***************I woke the next morning and opened my eyes; it took a couple of seconds for me to focus and when I did Sam was looking at me with a smi...e on her face."Morning, lover," she said.She moved her arm, and I felt her hand wrap around my penis."And what would you like to do first?" Sam asked playfully.For whatever reason, we were on top of the bed not in it. Sam let go of my prick and rolled over onto her back. She never took her eyes off me; she just kept looking and smiling at me. She. “Make your lips tight round it and lick the tip. Just the way I was doing your cock. Yes … go on …yes. Keep doing it, John. Go on. Go on. I’m nearly there!” Confirmation isn’t long delayed. Another buck and heave have John clinging on to maintain mouth to cunt contact. Sighing deeply, she subsides. Ready for the next. “Finger fuck, now,” says John. As she spreads herself to accommodate him, he slides in two fingers. The husband is close with the camera. “She’ll enjoy this,” he tells John.. ? For some reason, there was a small hook in the wall next to the door at the height of her neck. Mr. Brooks took the chain and looped it over this hook, causing Molly's breasts to hang painfully from their nipples. She was about to cry out, but he held his finger to his lips. The bell to the outer door rang out, and a man's heavy footsteps could be heard. ?Make any sounds,? Mr. Bottle whispered, ?and that man out there will wonder, and come back to find out what the noise is. And what do. In a moment they were undone. He glanced over to his wife, tears in his eyes, shaking in fear of his black oppressor. His young wife looked away, disgusted and ashamed of the humiliating spectacle her husband had become in just minutes before the power, strength, and confidence of her ex-slave, Sambo.“Get ‘em down!” Sambo shouted.Startled and frightened, the submissive Captain now quickly pulled his pants down to his ankles. He stood before the black man naked from the waste down. The Captain’s.