He remained silent for the entire trip, leaving me to wonder what he thought of me in that quick first look. He had not taken the time for more than a...glance, and while I had much to think about and process during that ride, I couldn't help but wonder how he must have felt, bringing home a fresh caught slave, and whether he had been pleased with what he had seen. I had seen several pictures of my Master in the course of our correspondence, but a dom's appearance, beyond a certain minimum, was. I can't wait until it's inside my pussy.” He pulled her hair up and stopped her from bobbing. She whined because she wanted his cock in her mouth, but she was able to still use her tongue on the tip. “I'm sure you would like my hard cock in your little pussy, however you haven't made me cum yet. You don't get my dick in you unless you made me cum before the time runs out. And if the time runs out, you'll only have a ton of my cum in your mouth all weekend. It’s not looking very good for you. I soon found I didn't mind having him in my mouth, that is until he forced about half of himself down my throat. No cock had ever been in my throat before, and I started to choke and panic that I was going to die right there. but he pulled back enough for me to breathe, then right back down my throat again. I was shocked that I didn't throw up all over him, but I guess I was to busy gagging to do that. When he pulled out of my mouth and I seen how far my spit was down his cock, I felt a bit of. She was a white, Emo-rocker type gurl who actually looked more gender fluid. She had blue hair in pigtails, a little gothy medical facemask, fishnet stockings, arm sleeves, a Misfits shirt, a little plaid schoolgirl skirt, and thigh-high black boots. When a sissy wears that type of clothes around a black man, regardless of what she calls herself, she’s one eye-contact away from being his bitch.She was with a small group of her friends, but she’d be easy enough to cut off from the herd. As fate.