Nobody expects you to want to be owned, to have a fire in your belly that can only be quenched by being forced to give it all by someone who will take...and take and demand more -- and treat you like furniture in the process -- ESPECIALLY if you're a black woman! People just don't get it...Jack -- well, the first thing Jack did the other night was rub my nose in the fact that I'd watched other women get used and abused and done nothing about it. Then Frieda had come along and stunned me again and. I had a view looking onto a lake and only had to walk 10 minutes before I could see the sea. This just felt home to me and I was at peace. I had gone back to my car ready to unpack when I noticed that there was an older gentleman setting up camp as well. He looked to me in his late 40s at a guess and ooft he was a hottie. I tried not looking at him but couldn’t help myself, there was something about the way he acted that enticed me. I’m sure he caught me looking over at him once or twice. I. She was instructed to do to him whatever she liked being done to her. It posed a dilemma to her when he pleaded with her to stick her finger up his ass while she stroked his cock. She did it though and with surprising effect. It was the one night that his basque had to be washed thoroughly after their time together.It wasn’t long after, that the toys started to appear. Fingers, it seemed were no longer good enough and a strap-on eventually made its appearance. Jenny pegged him with it. She. I could almost feel my hands around her waist, the tips of my fingers twitching at the thought. Maybe if I just reached out.I gulped. Shit. She was in my room. It’s so messy in here.“Don’t worry about the mess,” she said, reading my mind. Her hand lightly touched the ‘V’ of my abdomen. “Anywhere is better than out there in the rain, right now.” She glanced up and down my body, taking in the fact that, yes, I do workout. “Wow,” She muttered. Her eyes met mine. I stepped back a bit, her hand.