I was hung over, and it was hot, but I would have died before I quit. I threw up three times and drank a gallon of water, but I made it. That was six ...eeks ago. The pull is still there, but It’s getting easier to control.”We reached the destination, 9th Street, the street where we first met him. He went to an old woman sitting on the curb by a shopping cart full of clothes and junk, and pulled her up. She had two mostly gray braids going down her back, wearing an old dress with tattered tails.. His sister had total control of him again for the second time that day. Unfortunately they were interrupted by the front door opening. They both looked at each other and his sister rushed out of his room. He rushed into the shower in a mighty hurry. He spent as much time as possible in the shower wondering how to face his wife. When he went downstairs he could hear low voices. He went into find his sister and his wife talking to each other. They stopped as he entered. His sister was blushing. My girlfriend sold me. I was still gagged, which was becoming a real discomfort. I got up and went to the kitchen, my owner was there eating a microwave dinner. My stomach rumbled. “Hungry boy?” He asked. I nodded. “I’ve got something you can eat!” He stood up, he was naked, 12 inches of big black cock swung like a pendulum between his legs. I gulped nervously. “Kneel.” He pulled out my gag, finally! The big cock slapped my face. I opened wide and stuck out my tongue, his huge tip pushed its. ” Her voice came from a small distance but I knew she was walking toward me. “You can remove the blind fold.” When she asked me to uncover my eyes I gasped loudly at the sheer beauty of the woman before me. A brief steam of sunlight gleamed in some windows from behind her, silhouetting her wonderfully. She was dressed in the personification of the ‘little black dress’…it was all black, not another colour to be seen. Not that it mattered. The dress was form fitting to the max, accentuating her.