I hired one who was educated and attractive for the African standards. Of course I had to pay more than the market price to attract the best. Her name...was Suzy and she was from Cameroon. She was about 5 ft. 5 in. Tall in her late teens and had a pretty full body. Her breasts were very large but also very tight. Like every African, she had full and rounded bottoms and an unusually slim waist. She had done high school and was very well groomed. She knew how to cope and clean the house and also to. .. and ... a couple of things I ... didn't want you to know about." So you were keepin' a secret from me?" Uh ... yeah ... I mean yes, Cecilia." Well, give me the key, 'cause I want to see what it is."He hesitated."Give me the key Jason, now."Reluctantly Jason handed her the key. Cecilia took the suitcase out of the closet, laid it on the floor and started going through the contents. It turned out that "Jason's secret" was not too big of deal, some sexual comic books, a couple of men's. I was rolled onto my side, curled up in the enforced foetal position and I felt a sharp prick in my backside, followed by two or more. My owner threw the empty syringes to the ground. Then they rolled me over and I could finally see their faces again. The other man was younger than my Master, and more heavy-set. He was smiling down at me. He knelt besides me and grabbed my bloated top lip, pulling my head towards him. ?Give me your tongue,? he said. He pulled the object from my mouth, it. “We could have had a bath at home,” I complained as she drew me towards her, a mischievous glint in her eye. She gripped my hair again, the sting giving me an almost Pavlovian erection, I really had to get a handle on that...She slammed her lips against mine, pushing the length of her tongue into my mouth and almost choking me with a ravenous kiss, her organ worming its way into my throat as she mouthed and cradled my burning cheek in her hand. She dragged its slimy surface across the roof of.