When he reported to the General, Ranger Candidate Monson, Kyle W. was a poster-like example of spit and polish Army. His uniform was immaculate, his s...oes reflected the surface of the ceiling and his brass was flawless. With a snappy salute, he introduced himself in the classic formal military manner, and was invited to sit down, facing the General. The General wanted to know about Kyle's home life. Where was he from? What did his Mom and Dad do? Does he have a girl back home waiting for him?. He pulls you down to the end of the bed so that you ass is right on the edge of the bed.He rubs the massive head of his cock up and down your slit and your pussy is now soaking wet. He looks in your eyes and say..."Now you're gonna see who the REAL Master is!!"He shoves his Big Black Nigger Cock into your hole. Your eyes open wide and your mouth opens wide...but there is no sound...your moan is trapped in your throat, suddenly it frees itself and you wail out loud....AHHHHH!His first thrust. He needed to touch her, the warm creaminess of her skin and the satin heat within her… ‘No!’ The denial was loud and they both jerked apart as Ada’an moved his hand away from Sarah’s back which was now burning. He watched, his fists clenched and his body tight as Sarah shuddered, her body bowing forward as in defeat before her head lifted, her eyes back to a more mortal gleam of gold, her skin covered with a fine film of sweat. ‘What was that, Ada’an?’ His hands were not entirely steady as they. Once. When he was young, before any of us, he told me. Why? I wondered and he just shrugged. Never asked, never said. Only time it ever happened.So we sat around and worried, night after night. Far as any of us knew, the leather clowns had been coming forever. Never talked much. Hell, we didn’t even know their names or where they came from. Just accepted it, you know, and gave them our own names. Like Red, because he dressed all in red leather. Black dressed in black. White in white. Mustache.