"Flush!" Damn, I lose," Sophie let out an exaggerated sigh. "I guess that means I lose these," she shimmied beneath the table, and a moment later she ...dropped her Daisy Dukes into the pile of chips."That's not how…" Greg gulped. "What are you doing?"Emily leaned over and cupped Sophie's chin, beaming from ear to ear. She planed a kiss on her mouth, long and sensuous and slow, making sure Greg saw her tongue sliding into his girlfriend's lips. Sophie returned it happily.They turned on Greg.Sophie. Picking up the tongs, much like barbeque tongs, but with sharp spikes built into them, he placed the tongs over Heather’s right breast. In a single movement he closed them. Driving the spikes through the flesh of her breast, and watching as her body writhed in pain. He could clearly see her trying to get her wrists free of the straps, but they refused to budge, holding her in place as Billy opened the tongs and moved them away from the damaged breast. Blood slowly trickled from several points. Now what? Well why not try it? Here comes that boy you like, wow is he ever handsome. He bends over and gives you a kiss which I did and she kissed me back saying, I want you Sharron, I've always wanted you putting my hand between her legs! And I want you she blurted out as she grabbed me, hugging me hard! Now what? Better stop this right now! Ok, he's gone but you feel horny! Oh look, theres Rita, she's asleep laying down on the floor. Your thinking, I wonder if she would mind if I felt her. Like many women in today’s world, I lead a double life. What can I say? I’ve got needs and they must be met. And I’ve gone to great lengths to ensure that. Welcome to my world. I am a White woman who wants to be enslaved by a dominant Black master. I want to be treated harshly because, deep down, I know that’s what I deserve. It’s what I crave. I’m a submissive White slut and I need a strong Black man to put me in my place. I’ve looked long and hard for the Black male dominant of my dreams. And.