?She stared at his rampant erection right in her face.?? His hard penis reared up from the kinky black hair at his groin.? He stroked the shaft, rolli...g the foreskin back so the glans showed shiny, red and polished with the wetness already leaking from the tip.? He grinned as he enjoyed displaying his hard, hot dick to her.? She was obviously intimidated by his rampant cock....his powerful black maleness.? She had never seen a black dick before.? In fact, Pamela had never seen another male. I cursed silently as the drugs made consciousness flee... She loved to have me helpless and unconscious when She did her worst.I never got used to the slow, groggy awakenings. It took time to remember where I was, and then within that context, what had been done to me. To help him this time, she had suspended me by my wrists in front of a mirror, though this was confusing at first, because I didn't recognize myself. Trying to breathe deeply confirmed that it was indeed my body squeezed into the. “Strip bitch unless you want another one this time I won't be kind.” He said to me and I believed him. I worked my shirt over my head revealing a chiseled man like body. A spattering of hair on my stomach but I was naturally quite smooth compared to some of the people I knew who had been through the same thing that I had been through. I had a couple of scars just underneath where my nipples were and my nipples themselves were larger than the average mans. He handed me a pair of scissors and. “Or did he tell you to paint your toenails black to? Does that help the healing process?” My pantyhose feet curled as he looked at them. “Ehmm…. What?.... Im…. Aaa… Ehmm” Then he laughed out loud. “Come on Brian. Just say that you like wearing pantyhose” I placed my hands in front of my face, trying to hide. But who was i k**ding. It's not like i would magically disappear. With my hands still covering my face i said. “Ok. I do…. I like to wear pantyhose” He then laughed, but not like in a mean.