She groaned and fell back onto the bed, a wide satisfied smile on her face as she reached out to the man. What was the fascination of black on white? ...Mystique? Some long ago taboo of the races? It filled her none-the-less just as much as the cock working its way deep into her pussy with in and out motion until she felt him against her, pelvis to pelvis. She clutched to the man as he pulled his cock nearly all the way out before driving it powerfully into her. She groaned and moaned and uttered. As soon asthe ring was in place he became the spitting imagine of the shopkeeper,although all his clothes were too large now. The shopkeeper took the ring offand handed it to Kevin, who was now back to his original shape."How long does it last?" Kevin enquired."As long as the slave ring has a target."Kevin grabbed the rings, smirked and left the shop, deciding to spare theshopkeeper, but if he blabbed to the cops he would have to kill him.A nasty thought entered Kevin's mind, he would grab a. I had often wondered which one was the real Pepper. But that was a stupid question; the constant contradiction was what made her who she was. She shuffled to the side a little and gave me room to lie down beside her. I laced my fingers behind my head.'Why are you so unhappy?' I asked her.'Why are you always so happy?' she countered.'I'm not always happy, I just don't like it when the people I care about have to feel burdened with my problems.''So you put on a happy go lucky attitude and expect. I know I’m weird, but I actually looked forward to pinching pennies again.I got to play poor homeless old man again. I began milking it again instantly. Jon couldn’t know, but Thia could. I had only about eight grand left in my US bank. I used that as an excuse to put off buying anything she though I needed. I also used it as an excuse to avoid the reconstructive surgery on my hip.I avoided the surgery, not because of the expense or the pain. I avoided it because I would be helpless for at.