Four young people her own age walked in, bickering among themselves. Black porn I figure you’d probably know. “Sara will help you, mistress,” said the slave. The slave cried out, unable to pretend that the experience was anything but torture. Sara raised her eyes to Jared’s face, parting her painted lips slightly. She thought back to the drones in the yard below, loading garbage onto trucks with their bare hands – and wished that she could magically change places with one of them, at least for the next 14 hours. If it’s not perfect, I’ll complain about you.”
“Yes, master,” she whispered. Steve stepped in front of the slave, towering over her, his cock bulging inside his pants. “Is that her?” he asked. He sat for a long while with his eyes closed and a huge smile on his face. He licked his chapped lips. “Look… This is what you’ve got to understand: you can do whatever you want – whatever feels good.”
“Please, master!” the slave sputtered. If Bryan made good on his threat to complain about her, she knew that the real suffering would only begin after they checked out.
