All Frederick knew was I was in the hospital for nothing too bad. SO I thought. This past Friday afternoon I visited Frederick at his place. Middle... class neighborhood majority Afro-American and tidy. We catch up over coffee and soon end up in the shower. Which leads to him asking about my scar which I say is nothing much. Shortly thereafter we are still wet and into heavy foreplay. Typical long foreplay with me dripping and him being the man of steel. Soft missionary entry, lots of. " No recovery. Just the honest truth," added Bob with a smile.The three of them chatted as they either caressed each other or held hands. Before long, Sarah was again dripping wet with fluids running down her legs. Even though they were off to the side, several members stopped by to chat with them. A few offered their handmaidens mouths to clear the excess moisture from Sarah's cunt, or ease the pressure on her breasts. Sarah hesitated the first time, then accepted the offers as they were made.. She was crying. I loved the both nipples secreting sweet milk in my mouth. Over the time Anju started to moan and enjoy it. My dick was like a steel pole again. I then went for her delicious pussy. Her pussy lips looked like two pieces of orange together hiding her clitoris inside. I prevented myself from sucking her clit, I was rather biting her pussy lips hard. I asked her to suck my dick again.I turned her around. She was crying and holding her ass. I forcefully entered her ass again and. I have never felt comfortable in small spaces. I avoid elevators whenever possible and I cried when I had to sleep in the closet as punishment partially out of shame and partially out of anxiety. This was different, however. I liked the cage. I liked being contained inside it. Not trapped, but reserved in space for my Master when he returned. I was starting to think of it as mine when I saw Master’s boots turn the corner. I raised up and anticipated his approach. I saw that he was swinging a.