Slave to My Black NeighborChapter 8
I cried in the shower for 20 minutes over the horror my life had become. I was trapped by these awful black men who were using me in the most vile ways and the only chance at freedom I thought I had, my loving wife Beth, was helping them to make me even more submissive and caught up further in their despicable, torturous game. I never would have believed Beth could be so cruel. It’s as if Master had unlocked some twisted part of her mind that she was thrilled to explore at my expense. They...