I let my fingers search her out and slide up and down her lips. She was bucking already. My index finger slid into her hot little virgin cunt. I could...nt help myself as I thrust it deep into her hot cunt. My God, this girl is hot. I then went to her breast. Lightly, slowly, running my tongue over and around them. I went to one then the other, licking, sucking. My cock was aching for Nichole. She was thrashing about the bed. I went lower. Licking my way down her lovely belly. Sticking my tongue. Long as you take care of me I’ll never tell your secret. But next time – just me, not my buddy. Or maybe with another buddy who is not afraid of a white boy’s mouth and ass. I’ve got several of those. We’ll make it a party.” And with that, he opened the door and left.Part 3 of 3Another 5 minutes and my two black stud fuckers were gone. My video had stopped running and I needed some air. I gathered my clothes, dressed, and wandered out of the booth area into the main bookstore. I saw several men. It’s a 3 yrs old story when i was in 12th class, a couple shifted to our neighbor house along with a baby 7 months old, the man used to go for work and the girl used to come to our house for passing her time, till the time i had no bad intentions for her slowly we got frank. And i used to go to her place for taking help in mathematics she was very helpful and very intelligent, all was going well when suddenly her husband got transfer letter and he used to visit here fortnightly and some day. But that stark terror had driven her on. That’s what training was about. Of course, there had been more rebellions later on. Several of them. With subsequent canings, birchings, whippings. Also, use of an iron pear gag, which she had sometimes had to wear for days at a time. Because, as Madame Vesta had told her ‘you too easily lose control of your tongue’. Oh those agonising jaw-stretching, choking hours and days! But now that was all behind her. There was no more true rebellion or resistance.