Cynthia sat in our favorite love seat. I brought two fresh coffees. I gave her the coffee and sat beside her. We each took a couple of sips then turne... and kissed. I said, "Look outside. It is clear again. I am glad we went to the beach." I am glad too" Cynthia said. "Say, have you ever asked Neil and Salina's last name? I don't know it. Do you?" No. We need to correct that this morning. They are special people." I put in a call to Carol. She and her husband would love to spend two weeks all. My young girl was getting her first fucking and it was from her mom with a vibrator but she looked ecstatic. “Mom, mom it’s making me come”“Let it happen love”“Yes, Yes, Yeeeeessssssss, mom”Her smile was the width of her face when she came, with her body tensed and lifted off the bed; she had the whole length inside her, buzzing away.“Arrrrrr MOM”I could see her wetness and her orgasm forming around the vibrator and her lips and I was eager to taste her. Pulling the vibrator out I dropped to. She was the naked slave and would be judged, appraised and despised. She also realised that this simple act by her boss would mean she could never expect to be respected by her work colleagues ever again. She also knew they didn’t despise her because she was white, but because she was weak and was now clearly inferior, as if she had betrayed them by pretending to be their equals. Marcia’s guilt doubled.Her boss got up and turned to face Marcia and smiled, not a smile of friendship, but one of. “Baby, it was,” Sara said, “but I was loving it, I kept pushing my tits into the bed to give me more pain.” Sara told me that he tied her hands and feet to the bed and took a thin stick out of the rucksack. She showed me the stick and it resembled a painter's stirring stick that you get from a decorating store. She told me that he smacked her ass with the stick and that made her tits move in the bra. “I climaxed, again and again, baby,” Sara smiled, “I was begging him to smack my ass.