I could feel how different she felt inside after her “punishment” session, she was not as “tight” after being violated by so many but so satis...fying, slowly the pace increased….soon we would be as one. This angel encouraging me, begging me to go deeper, arms clasping my body teeth nipping at my throat, my shoulders, my neck, we became so infatuated, so; as one, nothing else had meaning, it was us, just us, not her, nor me, just the complete and conjoined, us. We were swept away by the emotions. "Ms. Roswell stood and said to Amy, "The principal will see you now Amy."Amy stood and walked to the principal’s door, she didn’t know if she should knock or just enter, but decided to play the rebel. She threw the thick door open and stomped in. Inside she saw Mr. Rigmatten seated at his imposing oak desk. But she slowed uncertainly as she also saw Mr. Belusi, her home room teacher, sitting in a chair adjacent to the desk, facing the door. Her mind raced remembering all the things she might. So I’ll need you to listen closely to me now. Well as close as you can with a mouthful of cock”.I felt panic setting in as I absorbed Master’s words. Other people? Other strong black men? Using me the way Master does? Oh god! What can I do now? I’m trapped in a living hell. Master continued speaking and I had to focus to catch it all. I was warned that if I didn’t do as ordered Master would take a belt to my ass and beat me raw.He said, “I don’t want you ever thinking you’re a real man so I’ll. Smile!” I said, with Sari kicking me under the table.In front of me is the exact reason that I didn’t go looking for female companionship, either in high school or college. The girls, who were worth your time, were just as busy with schoolwork as you were. The other 88% were airheads with their bust size rivaling their IQ. If Marsha goes to college – a mighty big if – she’ll either end up a party girl, pregnant ... or both.Our server brought our food, thankfully – as Marsha left to sit with.