I grabbed the shaft with my left hand, forced my mouth down as far as it would go and began jacking him off.“Oh, yeah, Baby!” he said, in a distin...t African-American voice.NO! It was a black man! I can't... I... I... wanted this cock more than anything else I can ever remember.I doubled-down, forcing another inch or so past my already over-stretched lips and started jerking him faster. A wave of shame flooded over me as I realized that I was now officially a dirty, cock-sucking slut, but I. This story will begin as any other. Coming home from work. HARD WORK AT THAT! Life was at it's grandest. I had found out about what my slave had done behind my back on New Years of 2012. I sent her off. Threw everything out sent my best regards to her people and left all her belongings to their house. Told her to never show her face to me ever again. Weeks would pass as she would blow up my emails and phone with apologies. Saying as much as "do to me what I deserve, anything, hit me hurt me. There she took a ruler and started measuring. After a few minutes she took a compass and scribed a circle. Then more measurements and more circles were made. When she finished she was so excited that she was shaking.Rhetorically she asked, "What could have done this?"Kim looked at the overlapping groups of circles on the map. The survivors had all been in areas not covered by any circle. The circles were all roughly the same size and seemed to center on what had been fairly heavily populated. And to be honest I doubt I could have held the camera steady when I was looking at two naked girls with one of them being my sister. “I mean I don’t know how Bella looks now Annie but you’re still totally Playboy material,” I said boldly.“Aww you even managed to make me feel better,” she smiled. “But look at her,” she said now holding open one of the Playboy magazines to a gorgeous blonde with a ridiculous body. “In my dreams I could pull this off.”“Come on Ann,” I said. “You blow half these.