Jerome suddenly laughed, seeing my glistening pussy lips were drenched with my own juices… My loud cries soon made the door open and three black guy... stood there, watching as my Black Master punished me so hard.Jerome told them he was convincing the white bitch to stay a little longer to enjoy a good time with all them… The three bastards laughed, as they started to strip off their clothes.My Black Master got tired of slapping my buttocks and he threw me again onto the bed. He told his black. As her mind began processing things, she realized that her mouth was taped with a cloth is inside her mouth. She scanned her surroundings. She was in a windowless room, with a single bulb on the ceiling. She tried to get up, but her body won’t move. The first thing she realized was that she was lying on a king-sized bed. Her arms and legs had been stretched out – tied to the bedposts. She was lying spread eagle! She looked down her body and gasped in horror. She was completely naked! She. Mustapha was my owner, I carried him in my body all the timeand, to the world, my proud belly sent the message I had been marked ashis territory. I was his property, I belonged and would belong to himforever.For days after the procedure, especially in the morning, Mustapha wouldhold my belly in his arms and wish me good morning with a kiss on mycentre of femininity. This had to remind me every day, at the start of theday, that I was his. Every one of those kisses would send waves of. I continued, "that doesn't bother you?". "No". Again, right to the point. "In fact", she continued, "I'm kinda tired of the games that guys my age want to play. They are all SO immature". I pressed on. "OK. What happened today doesn't have anything to do with what you're feeling or saying, does it?". Jennifer looked me directly in the eyes and said. "I'd be lying if I said it didn't have ANYTHING to do with it, but only a little bit. Gary, I've liked you for a while. You are always nice to me.