Then we went home.Are you sure about this?Yes I’ve never been so sure. The next 4 weeks were amazing, we kept searching the property for more cool s...uff we made love each and every day. I shared everything with her . One morning I woke up and Niya was standing at the foot of our bed. She wore a simple white cotton nightgown and the steel slave collar we found. What are you doing I laughed. Masta I love you. I’m your nigger slave. I want to be your slave forever. Her hands behind her back she. They had been a constant in my life while I was growing up and I had many happy memories of times with them. As they drove away I couldn’t help feeling that my c***dhood was over - as it turned out I was righter than I knew!.Two days later our new neighbour arrived. Mum, Dad and myself greeted her and she introduced herself as Emma Clarke. “Hello Mrs Clarke” I said “I’m Mike”.“Miss Clarke” she said to me “No husband, no k**s just myself”.She was, I guessed, late 20s. She was 5 foot 8 or 9,. Now, Pooja’s pussy had adjusted and I was enjoying her sound. She was moaning in pleasure and throwing back her ass to get my dick deeper ahahah ooooo yes ahahah yes hhmmm. She was rubbing her boobs and pressing it hard. I had held her shoulders and pushed my dick in her. She started folding her legs and pushed me back, I knew she got cum and I also started stroking fast and released my cum in a shot.I filled her pussy hole with my hot cum and she was shouting on me what you did to me? It is so. ”As Kurt reached for the box I pretended to look for something on the garage floor. I quickly made my way onto all fours with my ass pointed in Kurt's direction making sure my dress was lifted enough to give a glimpse of my bare bottom.Kurt said, “Mrs. Thomas, is it okay if I set this box over here?”I responded, “Put it wherever you need.” I heard the box hit the floor. I did my best to pretend I was still looking for something on the floor. I knew he was staring. I moved my ass up and down.