As her orgasm stopped I let go of the chain, and turned the butterfly down to the first setting. A look of sadness crossed her face as I turned the bu...terfly down, but left quickly as I began to thrust my hips upward lifting her legs off the floor. Lexi mimics my motions at first until we get into a rythmn. I slide down as she slides up and then move back together more forcefully with each stroke. Soon the slapping of wet skin on wet skin begins to echo throughout the room. As our pace. The sounds die out and she is reduced to whimpering. She has screamed herself out. She hangs in the ropes blubbering and sobbing. Her welts will heal during the next few days-she is young after all-but her mind has been changed. She now knows how fearfully I can and will hurt her. She is one step on the way to being a good nigger who knows her place-on her knees before the white man's cock with her mouth open and sucking.It is Helen's turn again. She moves on the new buck. She arranges the. We began to dance and she was hypnotic, her body moving in time to the music, twisting and turning. Her breasts heaved and bounced beneath her blouse and she smiled up at me in a knowing way. I felt myself react and began to regret wearing such tight jeans. As the music played, we inched closer together until our bodies began to bump into each other. She asked me my name and told me hers was Paula. I watched her body as she swayed her full hips, the skirt hanging off them so erotically. As our. As she sat down, she flashed a cute smile at me. I couldn't help but smile back at her. I saw her writing a note, wondering if it was for me. Then she passed the note over to me. She wrote: "Friends?" I wrote back on the same note: "Sure. but I don't even know your name, mine's Charlotte." She took the note, read it, and passed the note back with a smile. It read: "My name's Chloe. When are you free so I can get to know you better??" I caught myself biting my lip, thinking of what "Getting to.