Or making me work off a gambling debt. The detailsdidn't really matter."Oh, please, Mistress K, don't make me a pussy boy for all those bigBlack men.... Please. I couldn't stand it. I'm straight." Well," she said with a snicker, "that's what makes it fun for me,knowing you hate every second of it. How you cringe when they put theirstrong Black hands on your lily white body, and how you want to cry whenthey push you down onto your knees, and the way you have to fondle theirhuge cocks... and. “I told you he’d come here hoping to find a cock for his ass”“Nooo!” I groaned, in a weak, pathetic moan.“Oh, yes, yes” I heard a voice hiss, as a hand slapped my face so hard I saw blinding white stars……Several hands then seemed to be grabbing and twisting me all at the same time. I didn’t know whether to lash out, resist, try throw myself to the ground or what to do. They really were like a frenzied lynch-mob. At that moment, if one of them had said “I’ll go get the rope for after”, I think I. Ann and Chuck had been fucking for several months, and this just sounded like a way to add some kink into their life; but after a few trial runs, Ann had noticed something, something to her that was the most wonderful thing: after a ritual of Sex Magic, she could really do things. More than just saying some stupid words, but being able to look at something and make it do what she wanted. The thrill of it had been intoxicating. For weeks she would have sex with anyone she could find, just so she. Her smile resembled of Divya Unni. It had a touch of mischief, which tickled me. I used to fantasize about her wearing low-neck and sleeveless blouse and such other revealing clothes. But she wouldn’t! One day, I was in for a surprise. Neena wore a low neck and low back blouse in light pink color. Her black bra was a see-thro! I could hardly take my eyes off her. As a boss, however, I was expected to be dignified. So, I had to restrain myself! Neena walked into my office and started arranging.