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later packed luggage’s returned to work place redhead … still we fuck regularly…at home…. Thank you for reading my story… I woke up with a fur-lined metal collar locked around my neck. My hands were free for all the good it did me – the collar was not too tight, and there was a chain of, ample length and the soft fur lining was, I suppose, a considerate touch, but I was chained in a room with, now that I noticed it, an array of anime hooks and unusually shaped furniture and what looked like a cross, and phallic sextoys (dildos in simpler terms) - I could move freely, but the collar and chain were steel and the chain was securely bolted to my collar and the wall – I wasn’t going anywhere past the length of the chain anytime soon. there was what looked like a jail cell-style toilet, a drain in the center and sorta weirdly a king-sized four poster bed – quite feminine in its appearance: frilly and fluffy pink pillows and quilt The last thing I remembered was smoking from a pipe with Danell and Donnell McPhillips ,twin brothers I knew from school. And drinking a coke they had told me had a little rum in it. We had become friendly in a kind of a weird way. They were juniors and varsity football players -all conference running backs already being seriously recruited by Big 10 programs. I was a freshman and not a fatty or unathletic I was actually planning to go out for baseball in the spring, but I didn’t have the size for football, although I liked it and on our neighborhood games Dannell and Darnell had picked me for their teams when he had played touch as younger kids in the neighborhood and had praised my hands catching passes in the games we usually won – it didn’t bother me at all that they had to take me to ‘even the sides’ since they were both so good, and since I was better than most guys thought we almost always won. I guess that it also didn’t hurt that I didn’t have any reservations about them being black, while, although for the most part they kept it quiet, considering that the McPhillips twins were big enough to kick the ass of anybody in our neighborhood, a lot, even most, of the guys in our neighborhood did, and looked down on them racially. I don’t know how else to say it, but where we lived, a more or less exclusively white community, there was a quiet, politely expressed, racism, not inclined to lynchings or cross-burnings, but to more subtle expressions of if not exactly racism, then at least racial contempt. Let my just put it this way – I knew a lot of guys, and some chicks asses too, who would not have dared to call them niggers to their faces, but frequently and enthusiastically did behind their backs. I got called nigger-lover plenty, since, because, while with our age difference, me being so much younger, I couldn’t really call them friends, I did respect and admire them and felt friendly toward them, being welcome in their home, which was just around the corner from my own and strongly considered them to be good guys. Anyway, that is how I, a white boy, came to be so well-acquainted and friendly with two older, more athletic black guys living, somewhat anonymously in the virtually all-white neighborhood I grew up in. After what seemed like hours, but probably was not that long, a black guy I had never seen before came in,, his face looked similar to Dannell’s and Darnell’s but older, not as lean and, for lack of a better word, harder. I need to admit – he had a half a foot and at least 60 pounds on me, so I did not John Wayne it and get all macho with him, although I suppose I could have struggled, I didn’t see much future in trying that anyway, since, near the collection of dildos, I saw shackles, manacles, and handcuffs, but I did manage to demand ‘who are you?’ The portly man made a strange facial expression that combined amusement, aggression, and lust “you can call me ‘Master’ and the more you sound like a little girl who believes and enjoys that, the better for you.” I had no idea what he was talking about and thought he was crazy or drunk or stoned. “What the fuck?” It was then, when, without a word he grabbed me roughly and threw me down on the floor that I realized I was naked too. “Ok, white boy, do you want to try to get me wet by sucking on my cock first or do you want to take it up the ass dry right away?” Tera whimpered a pathetic tone, her eyes closed blissfully, her chest swelled forward, and her head redhead fell backward. Savannah looked at her door. The first is, ‘Three across the ass for making a mess.’” She gives up and hastily packs her travel bag. She rebutted. “He’s the fake!” I could see the wet moisture on her pussy. Her mouth falls open as she feels the warm jet shoot into her belly. After that it was back to daddy’s boat to get organised and put on just some totally see-through tops and skirts before leaving the marina. I turned around and saw it was my beautiful Jennifer who just saved us millions of dollars by filing a complaint with the California Real Estate asses Commission. I then undressed hoping that the men on either side would see me thru the holes. Chloe dressed for effect. "No sir, I'm afraid that you have been misinformed. I anime glanced over in time for my stomach to tighten.