Caught and Nailed-10
Reggie's breathing suddenly became ragged and hoarse, his pelvis quaking with
involuntary convulsions, then he stiffened, moaned in ecstasy and his juices
flooded the young blonde's throat. With Reggie's hand still pressed to the back
of her head, the spectators could see the quivering muscles in Lisa's neck
constricting violently as she was forced to swallow spurt after spurt of the
blackman's spunk until he finally stood up, disengaging his spent member from
Lisa's glistening lips.
He approached Meg, leaving Lisa on the floor, coughing and sputtering, pearly
strings of sperm and mucus dribbling from her gaping mouth. He winked at the
older woman and then kind of leaned over and whispered to her.
"She didn't choose Roger because she knows he can't get her out of here and she
did choose me because she thinks a black boy is going to be a push over for a
young hot blonde and just maybe help her to get out of here."
Lisa stood meekly, her face smeared with a mixture of tears, mascara and come
while Meg leashed and collared her, handcuffing her wrists behind her back and
slipping the thong panty back over her head.
"Do you remember why your wearing your own panty over your head, Lisa?"
"Yes Ms. Claybourne, it is a symbol that I am a whore and an adulteress and that
wives should keep their husbands away from me."
Meg smiled and handed the leash to Reggie.
"Here you go big man, you've got yourself a bed partner, take her to the bedroom
that we worked on, you know the one I mean."
Reggie reached down and picked up Lisa's discarded white pumps, looking a little
bit sheepish as he did.
"Well, I think she looks sexy in these."
Meg laughed out loud.
"Hell, I don't have a problem with that."
Naked, cuffed, collared and leashed, the beautiful blonde captive was led away
by her black captor.
