I walked up to her and said, "Starting now, I'm in charge here." "I will have you whipped for such disrespect!" She said, trying to be firm like her f...ther. I slapped her hard against the face. "Look bitch, starting now you are the servant and we," I paused, snapping my fingers, "we are your Masters and Mistresses." Her eyes went big as three black slaves of hers entered the room. "W-w-what are you guys d-d-doing?" "Getting some white pussy," Jamal, one of the many slaves, said. "Don't you. ‘You’ll be Grandad’s toy, but I’ll never cause you pain as long as you behave and obey me.’You manage a faint smile and bite your lower lip. ‘I’ll do anything you say, Grandad.’‘Good girl.’I kneel in front of you and slide my fingers into the waist band of your panties. I slide them down your legs to finally expose your young body. You steady yourself with your hands on my shoulders as you step out of your clothes.‘Place your leg over my shoulder, baby.’‘Yes, Grandad.’I stroke a finger tip up. "The door opens, admitting a stream of agents who soundlessly begin to fall into formation. "Every once in a while, we get to carry out a destructive punition or, more rarely, an extraction like yours. The international community seems to disapprove of it, crudely terming it 'sexual torture.' But by utilizing certain tools and conditions designed to intensify the experience, we feel we've developed it into a punitive science."With a tip of her hand she gestures at the assembled black sea of. I pushed him against the wall of the shower, running my lips down to his neck passionately. His hands fell to my ass, and he cupped my cheeks in his big hands. I bit his neck playfully as he massaged me. I felt his cock grow against my stomach, and I reached down to gently stroke it. He scooped me up and my legs wrapped around his back. Now face to face with him, I looked deep into his eyes. He stared back at me lovingly. He held me with one arm and cupped my breast with his other hand. He was.