“Ohhhhhhhhh…” he moaned when his dick was eventually halfway up my backdoor, “Your asshole is sooooo tight…baby, this fe...els reallly gooooood.”“Fuck me, Chucky,” I encouraged, my ass fully enjoying his (at least) seven-inch cock in it. “Yes, baby, give me some more cock!”“More?” he asked, pushing in a little further.“Yessssss!! Fuck my big ass real good, baby. Give me more of your cock! Chucky, fuck me!”I could. Hewould choose this morning to try to come on to me.I suppose he was good looking in his way, 6ft 2inches,230lbs, well defined, black and with an extremeattitude, obviously gay and he made it perfectly plainthat he was here looking for sex partners. Today hetried chatting me up and blowing his smoke breath allover me, i really wasn?t in the mood for it, so toldhim that if there were three things i didn?t like itwas smokes, gays who smoke, and black gays who smoke, iregretted saying it as soon. The thought of saying these vile words for my own mother gave me shivers. The thought of fucking my own mother's cunt was driving me nuts. I had not felt this much excitement ever in my life. My cock was tight up to the full limit. I wanted to take full advantage of this loneliness and talked to myself about the beauty of my mother's breasts and bucks. Hardly five minutes had passed and I saw the figure of my mother with a bag of lunch coming towards me. She was too far to wait for her. Hence I. Walk quietly, young neophytes, for the Master is near, and he is not happy.. I was afraid to look up. Twenty lashes plus the one hard caning was more than enough for my tender young bum. To risk another interfering with Master’s discipline? Not a wise move on this young girl’s part. So I remained anxiously, nervously yet quietly in the corner of my room. Finally, flexing his arm, muscles corded he drew back. Instinctively I arose as if to protect her. Arm freezing in mid-air his head.