She was impressive. A nubianGoddess. She fixed me with her dark eyes and laughed.?Ah ? my little whiteslut ? I hoped that you would have the nerve to ...visit me.?My face must looked like a tomato. ?Move your ass ? we have a long ridemy little doggy? My hands where shaking. ?Yes I hurryIsabelle?She came to my sideand whispered in a very cold voice ?You will pay fort his bitch ? for whithe little cunts I am MistressIsabelle? I just nodded and followed her. After weleft the coffeeshop she grabbed my. She loosened the tape and experimentally moved the tiny chip towards her waist. At about three feet the electrodes and vibrators in the panties kicked in. Oh, well. So much for needing a power cord.Because she was expecting it this time, the shock and vibrations were less effective. Make no mistake, they were still a thrill, but now she knew what to look for and what the range of that little sucker was. Now it was a game and she was back in control. Mr. Smith would be so proud of. "Alima, that's naughty," said Ayda."Why? It's true. He does taste different from the Master," replied the young woman."Who does?" asked the Emir."Robinson, of course. Who else do you think I have sucked?" she replied cheekily, and turned to her mother and asked, "Don't you agree, mother? You've had both of them. And did my father taste like either of them?" I don't wish to discuss my sex life when I was with your father, either with you or with anyone else," Ayda replied haughtily."Oh, do. Which was sticking out like a sore thumb.He had almost cried when he spurted, just from her touch. She knew what had happened, but she kept kissing him anyway, telling him what a compliment it was.She wasn’t a slut. He knew that. He’d have fought anyone who called her that, even though anyone in the school could probably pound him to a pulp. Sluts would have sex with anybody. And she didn’t have sex with him ... not really. It was more like she was pulling him closer and closer towards that.