Still kneeling, Marie slipped two fingers across my labia and held them up for us both to see.?You are wet, Cherie.?She smiled and licked her fingers ...clean, then she stood up and I held my arms out towards her for her to buckle my wrist straps in place. These are virtually identical to my ankle straps and are also a well worn and sweat stained. They look very large on my slim wrists. I swallowed nervously and tried to respond when she then kissed me, but my heart was beating too hard and too. “This is some Django shit out here on this farm. You think you are god-damned Leonardo DiCaprio, don’t you, Massah?” RJ was busting my balls and joking. It still made me uncomfortable that he pretended my relationship with Becky had to do with racism.“No, Becky is calling me Master because she agreed to do what I tell her,” I started to explain.Becky was mid-way down RJ’s massive cock when she told him I was blackmailing her and tried to make him feel sorry for her.“Blackmail? Why is everything. I kissed her lips. My first kiss I tasted a flavor in her lips that I never got from any delicious dessert. First she was closing her lips. I ordered to open up. She obeyed and do as like as me; sucking my lips hard. Then she dominates me in lip lock. It continued for almost 20 minutes. I got wet and pain, due to tight jean. I asked her for chocolate and sat in couch. She came with Chocolate in hand and requests me to allow her to sit on my lap. I immediately invite her by my eyes. She jumped. The school has five thousand students, and only one campus. Sixty percent of the student body is of African-American descent. What pleased me to no end is the fact that Ashton College was packed full of guys. Fifty three percent of the student body was male, in fact. This ought to be fun. When I was in high school, I played various sports, from soccer to field hockey and basketball. I was pleased to discover that athleticism mattered a great deal at Ashton College. The Department of Athletics.