Achanak baat karte karte mera haath unke lund se jor se takra gaya mnu bhaiya apna lund pakar kar jor jor se karhane lage mene pucha bhai kya hua jyad...a jor se lag gai kya mein daba deti hun mnu bhaiya tabhi bol pade isse dabana nahi sehlana padega mein sab samajh gai ki bhaiya kya chahte hai par meine bhi thoda sa sarma ke bhaiya ke lund par haath rakh ke sehlane lagi unhe majja aa raha tha wo apne hotho ko baar baar binch rhe the thodi hi der mein unka lund khada ho gya meine sehlana band kar. "This is some freaky shit," shouted Kristen.A hunky waiter came over to the girls and asked them if they wanted a table. They shook their heads yes and he led them to a table that was close to the stage. The girls also all order drinks as they watched the show up close. The announcer came on stage. "Our next guy has the looks, the smarts, and that giant penis you girls all dream about. Here is, Anaconda," said the announcer.A good looking and buff black guy, dancing to the beat of Michael. He was her Master and held the power of life, death, and pain over her. She would never dare to defy him again after this whipping. He knew from experience that after the first good whipping, slave sluts lost any defiance that they had and would accept their role as property. “Whaaaaap, Whaaaaap. Whaaaaap.” The whipping continued. The slut was promising everything now. She was learning to the depth of her soul that she was as much his property as his cows and horses. And it always amazed him. She came and hugged me and said first you make me love later I will tell you everything. We both were nude. And we are hugging each other. My dick was pocking her navel. As she was a bit shorter, I made her sleep on the bed and placed my dick near her pussy. And started to rub it.She was like please push it inside or else I will die. I was teasing her. Then finally I entered her hole. It was bit tight but not that much, once I pushed it. She asked me to keep it like that for some time. I just.