I squirmed and wiggled trying to upset him as he clasp my throat with his left hand and started to apply pressure. Keeping him slightly off balance wi...th my movements I brought the hatchet up and chopped, using it like a hand weapon instead of a throwing weapon. I didn't have a good swing as the left arm was partially pinned but I wounded him, then knocked him off of me when he stopped fighting long enough to deal with the pain. I pushed myself back and chopped again before he could regain his. “You mean to tell me that you’ve never even seen this man in person? He never came and actually collared you?” Master K asked in astonishment. Before I could answer, the waitress returned with our drinks and took our food orders. As she walked away, Master K resumed speaking. “So the collar in the pictures, where did that come from?”“Master L had me buy it, he said that I needed to be in his collar when I made videos or took pictures for him,” I said. Master K sat back and stared thoughtfully. We fumbled with each other's belts and zippers until hard cocks were found and we began to mutually masturbate each other. I felt his hand reach inside the back of my jeans to cup my bare ass. I never wore underwear on these occasions, just another annoying layer to get in the way. In the close, dark room lit with the flickering of the video, he pushed my jeans off my hips and I felt them fall to the floor. "Will you let me fuck you?" he asked. Usually my visits to these booths were far. I starred at his hard black dick pointing straight up for a few moments, before dropping down on all fours and inhaling his hard cock into my mouth. Ricky lined up behind me and impaled my white pussy hole with his black pole. With Ricky fucking me, I took Rob’s dick out of my mouth, and began to lick and kiss his dark balls while my soft, white hands worked up and down his dark meaty shaft. Ricky must have been turned on by watching a white slut (me) work on Rob, as he started ramming his.