I make sure it the video screen is tuned to a got gay flick and then stand near the door. I picked a booth with a couple of chair in it and changed th...e movie. Having done this, a good looking black guy came to the door and stopped. Then he turned around with his back facing me. I didn’t quite know what was up, until I noticed that he was pushing the back of his pants down, something that only I could see. That made me come up really close behind him and push my hand into the back of his pants.. So where am I,” I ask leaning back on the bed. “In pain, it’s not an unfixable situation but it’s up to you whether or not you want to fix it,” she says and I shrug,” that would be the biggest problem right there. You don’t seem to believe that you have any problems.” “I have plenty of problems; my problems even have names and faces. I just accepted the fact that no matter what I attempt to do I won’t be able to stop them,” I state holding my ground,” What I will not accept is a lie.” “What lie. My own short skirt riding up my thighs, the air caressing my bare pussy. ‘I adore my pretty slut. Pamper you, make you so pretty. Don’t I?’ My hands run up my slave’s smooth legs. From his high heeled feet, to his muscled thighs. As I stand my hand cups his silk covered cock. He moans I as stroke his bundled shaft. My nails drag against the panties. Up and down. Teasing his cock, mercilessly . ‘Yes! Mistress.’ His restraint weakens and he is shaking in an effort to not move. A shudder. Her gentle fingers were doing the washing now but instead of washing, her fingers were more like exploring my cock than washing it. They gently moved over my balls and glided up the length of my shaft. My cock was quickly becoming rock hard. Near the middle of my cock, her fingers wrapped around it and gave it a squeeze as if to gauge its reaction. Her fingers took a long time feeling my large cock head. She seemed to be mesmerized by the feel of it. With her being so sexually inexperienced,.