You undo the zipper on my skirt, and gently let it slip slowly to the floor. You remove my panties. You lead me toward the bed and tell me to lay face... down, where you take out some heated body lotion and begin to message me.Slowly from head to foot you move your hands, spending extra time on my butt and stroking my anus a little. You then tell me to turn over and using light strips of cloth wrap my hands and wrists and tie them above my head to the headboard of the bed. You pull my legs apart. That first night, I told him no, but he bent me over the couch, twisted my arms behind my back, and told me that no white bitch was going to tease him and not deliver some ass. I struggled a bit, but was not in a position where I could do much. He lubed his cock and pressed his big mushroom head into my ass, silencing my denials by asking me "You like that cock, dontl you, bitch? You want to make that cock happy, like a good little whore -- right?" thrusting in as emphasis. As much as I hated. Your poor mom just raised one more girl than shecounted on, princess. Think about it. I bet you watched Chick flicks andread romance novels and wore t-shirts with unicorns on them." She floppedher wrist at me and giggled. "Let me ask you this: When you went to theprom, what color was your gown?"She laughed. I blushed.Great. Even my cheeks were pink.***The next night, dinner was ruined.Cleon had made a salmon, with clam chowder and a side of kale. Healthstuff. But Belinda didn't come home. Oh. He tried to hold out for those last few precious moments of reclined pleasurebut the pain became too intense. Robbie started to moan. "OK. OK. Stop. I'll get up."Melinda discontinued the beating and Robbie quickly pulled up to a sittingposition at bedside and planted his feet on the floor. He stood. "Now I want you to get down on the floor and assume your standard punishmentposition." Without question Robbie dropped to his knees and placed his forearms onthe floor next to his bed. He rested.