He went for another ten minutes, making sure he was really tearing up the little white bitches pussy. She came another four times, and she was begging... for it."FUCK ME JAMAL, OH G-D, FUCK ME HARDER..." and Rachel knew she meant it. She knew she would never feel better than this. This was what she wanted, she wanted the massive black cock in her white pussy, wanted a black man to dominate her. She was a slave now, a slave with a master and no free will, no purpose but to listen to her African. By mutual agreement they said nothing to Sharon other than that they had had fun.On Tuesday they visited Salisbury Cathedral. Peter thought it was beautiful. He also felt serenity and sanctity.The following day they drove to Peter's parents. Dilys greeted Louise warmly. Louise took to her immediately. It was only later when Peter's father came home that 'du gwraig' was mentioned.Dilys smiled happily. His father, Gareth, took it in his stride. "You're your mother's son in so many ways," he said. A few wispy hairs surrounded the whole package. I looked down at what the others had found so alarming, curious. Maybe for a second too long. I was just curious. Something had stirred and I hurried to get back into my hated uniform that day. Tugs seem to be working. Shit, is it the tugs working? I'm thinking about the school showers, thinking about Alex, and that chav Ed Miller. My dick stiffens. Enough for me to start a steady rhythm, my hand working up and down, my fingers stroking my. Ah ha! She lifts the gate inthe rear to load groceries. Perfect! But I must park beside her. It maytake weeks. I must be beside her.It's dark but there are parking lot lights. Hope she has to park awayfrom the store.First things first. Is this a regular visit.Must prepare the van for 'occupancy', cuffs chained to floor for wristsand ankles, chain for neck, mattress, blanket to cover her. Chloroform,pad, OK. Blindfold! She must not see me until later, maybe. Not sure.Eventually release her.