I tugged down his underwear, and his raging cock sprang up pointing directly at my face. It was un-cut and about 5 inches long, standing up proud and ...true from a nest of dark pubic hair.I grinned, and remembering some of the internet porn I'd seen before I gently extended my tongue and lapped at the end of his cock. He tasted warm and a little bit salty, but not unpleasant as I'd been told by other girls who'd given their boyfriends head. He gasped and took a small step toward me, nudging his. I struggled against the ropes holding me, despite knowing it wasn't going to do any good. After an intense paddling, the only thing keeping me standing was the ropes on my wrists. Master removed the spreader bar and then untied my cuffs from the rope and then grabbed me before I could crumple to the ground. I walked weakly to the sofa. "Was that any fun for you, Slave?" Master said while handing me a glass of water. I nodded while drinking greedily, being truthful knowing it had made Master. She has a black lover, they want to make a cuckold out of me, and apparently he wants me to support him.One thing I was not going to do have to have any sexual relationship with her. I knew from CDC statistics that young black males have a one in six chance of having HIV or any number of sexually transmitted diseases or hepatitis from their behavior in prison. If she wanted that she could have it but I wanted her out of the picture.When I went up to bed, she was all made up in her sexiest. "I was just about to get up and leave anyway," said Jane, trying to hide the fact that she couldn't resist Tom's request. "Oh, you will be leaving here soon," said Tom, "but probably not the way that you anticipate. Take off your clothes, Jane." "What! I'll have you up on charges," said Jane, "The very idea of even suggesting that will land you in jail mister!" As she spoke, she started to unbutton her blouse. "If you think for one second that I'm going to fall for your story, you're crazy!,".