My impulsive mind is made up. He reminds me that I never have to do anything I don’t want to and that I can safe word at any time. Then he blindfold...s me.I’m led to the bed and strapped in by master. I can’t move. The straps are tight, too tight for my liking but master assures me this is for my own good. One move, fidget, and this gets dangerous. There is kissing, master on my hand, him, on my neck moving his way down my back. I can feel it now, the knife blade is cold. It almost tickles as the. "How's that?" Yeah. That's nice."She whispered, looking at my cock, "He starts from here and he gets so..." She gently and slowly shucked my dick and it began to swell again.Martha moved closer to me, on her knees, and brushed the hair from her face. She watched, glancing at me and smiling and then watching Ronnie. She said, "Watch out for his testicles. They must be sore by now." Testicles?" Ronnie said, testing the word. "What a stupid word. Who ever thought up such a word? They're too cute. Unlike the white man's organ, the Muslim organ is strong, and fertile. White men are weak, and impotent." Use their wombs to convert them to Islam. Through their fertile wombs you will take their Christian souls. You must fill their wombs with Islamic seed."I raised my camera and zoomed in closely on his face, their was not an ounce of humor in his expression. I snapped a few pictures."Take their women, take them, without permission if you must. Lift the skirt of their wives, unhook their. ..He was very handsome. He had black hair and blue eyes and a sweet looking body.I was too stupid to realize he wanted me too. The fact that I once saw him writing his first name and my last name during class over and over should have told me something. So, one summer night while we were on break, he came over and spent the night with me like we had done many times before. As we were in bed talking about things, I dont remember what, the conversation turned towards sleeping habits. It was.