You fell asleep on this couch in George's apartment.

You fell asleep on that couch in George's apartment. You were lying prone on the couch in the nude, showing off your small cock locked in a chastity cage, your bare ass, your stretched anus from which black George's sperm was slowly flowing out. You slept like a log, and in the morning you woke up from the fact that George touched you on the shoulder and said that it was time for you to get up.

"Do you want coffee, Mary?" George asked you.

You nodded and he brought coffee for you. George must have enjoyed the night after all. Unlike yesterday, George was clean-shaven and looked much more handsome. He really was handsome.

Soon George left for work (George mentioned yesterday that he works in one of the stores as an accountant).

You were left alone in George's apartment.

First of all, you put yourself in order - you washed your face for a long time, the water was cold and you had to overpower yourself to splash this water in your face. But this cold water did its job, you felt better. You took out your makeup from your bag, you updated your feminine make-up: you painted your eyes and you painted your plump lips with red lipstick. In addition, you found a bottle of nail polish and you covered your fingernails and toenails in a beautiful pinkish shade.

You mentally convinced yourself: "This feminine polish on my nails is necessary for me to better match the female image so that my disguise is not revealed by people potentially dangerous to me ..."

You made yourself some food and you had another cup of coffee. You quickly finished cleaning the apartment.

Exciting thoughts disturbed your mind, you remembered how black George fucked you at night, you imagined yourself as a woman waiting for a man from work ...

You reflect on the events that happened to you, the threat from which you are running and because of which you hide your true identity ...

You think: "I had a shocking experience yesterday, George fucked my tender anal hole with his huge curved black cock... My tender stretched pink hole still hurts a little... George makes me clean his apartment and cook for him ... It's like I'm playing the role of a female maid for George ... But George allows me to live in his apartment, he buys food with his own money, he does not require money from me ... Maybe I should accept the costs of my being here ... why not? After all, the main thing for me now is safety!"

Your thoughts are contradictory... Exciting images appear and disappear in your mind...

You started cooking and it took you a lot of time. When you finished your culinary efforts, you realized with satisfaction that you had prepared enough food for both yourself and George, that George would have something to eat after he came home from work.

Suddenly, the apartment door rang. You came to the door and you asked, "Who's there?"

"Eh..Hi...is George home?" came a hoarse male voice from the other side of the door.

"No, he's at work" - you answered, still not opening the door.

"My name is Fred, I'm a friend of George ... George probably warned that I should bring something for him ... Can I leave this package for George in the apartment," the stranger told you.

"Wait a minute, now I'll open the door..." you said, remembering that George did warn you that his friend Fred should bring a bag of booze.

You opened the door.

On the landing stood a middle-aged black man (one could rather call him a mulatto), with a tummy, in a cap. In his hands he held some kind of package, and in his eyes you read at first surprise, which was quickly replaced by a knowing smile.

"Hi honey, I'm Fred, I'm sure George was talking about me. Am I going into the apartment?" Fred told you.