The Mistress explained to the two slaves that they were going to serve the dinner this evening that the cook had prepared. Once dinner was over they ...would receive further instructions.The two slaves got up and went to the kitchen, they did not speak but went to work together serving the meals to the Master and Mistress in the dining room. The two slaves worked well together and served and cleaned the table. Once the Master and Mistress were served and finished, they went to the living room. See my cock?” She looked at him dumbly, the pain in her face overwhelming her as she tried to see out of her right eye. She made no motion. Burt lifted his other hand clenched in a fist, aiming it at the ride side of her face again.“I see it,” she blurted out. He rubbed it in front of her.“Then get your mouth over here you fucking cow and give me some head!” He ordered her.“No!” she cried with repulsion. He moved so fast it was a blur to her. She had no idea he'd stood up until she saw the. The company was run by black South Africans and it was their policy to encourage their employees to identify and recruit others who might enjoy working in this exciting rapidly expanding company. She had been with them for almost a year when she was asked by her manager if she knew anyone suitable for a newly created position. She straightaway thought of her oldest friend Simone who having seen and heard of the prospects (and the fun) to be had at Rhino needed little convincing to make a career. I rolled my hips emphatically, to increase the sensation she felt, and she started the 'fick-ah' noise that told me she was getting very close. The rolling motion of my hips also increased the stimulation on my clit. I was feeling the burn in my thighs that told me I was reaching my limit of endurance, but Claire screamed "Faster!" I drove in faster and harder and that put both of us over the edge, our hips twitching and shuddering as they responded to each other's movements. Finally, my thigh.