Her mind was in the clouds, or more the gutter, as she thought about being fucked from behind by a big black stud. This made her mouth water, as she h...ad a fetish for black guys, since they had the biggest dicks. She had only had sex a handful of times, but only with boyfriends, and only one of them had been black. She thought wistfully of the sweaty sex they had had, when suddenly a voice interrupted her thoughts. "Damn girl you got a fine ass!". She turned around to see a trio of black guys. "Love fuckin." Shelied without knowing it (Before now no boy had ever been allowed past secondbase with her.) "You want to be like Whore don't you? You wantto be Whore." "Yeah!" she was riding his hand as though tryingto devour it with her cunt. "Whore obeys her master. Do you have a master?" "N-n-no." She said pitifully beginning to cry whenhe removed his hand. He smiled as she clumsily tried to grab his retreatinghand. "Need…" she begged. "You need what? You need a master?" She froze for a. And I can’t tell you the truth.”Dale looked more embarrassed than I was. He was blushing and trying hard to keep his eyes focused on my face. I guess in the end he decided that honesty was the best policy. He admitted, “We talked about trying to blackmail you. We were going to threaten to tell your mom or something. Just so we could get you take your clothes off. We were hoping that we could get you to undress in front of us. We’ve never seen a girl naked. But I don’t want to blackmail you.”He. For the record those present areElizabeth III, Lord High AdmiralEarl Blue Hills, First Lord of the AdmiraltyWilliam Bruce, Baron Glanville, Prime ministerDuchess Francene Shadowdale, Chancellor of ExchequerAdmiral Sir Thomas Cassimatis, First Space LordVice Admiral Dame Petra Dawsen, DNIRear Admiral Sir Roderick Milligan, Staff Officer, PlansAdmiral Sir Laurence Hernandes, Second Space LordAdmiral Dame Diana Halliday, Third Space LordRear Admiral Sir Silas Rowan, Director, Weapons.