He is very pleased she goes to church

"Samir, why do you want to know if I go to church?"

Type appeared on my screen immediately. "Because I want to know all about my beautiful woman xxx"

Partly shocked but also partly thrilled that I was considered his I disregarded any attempt at discretion and told him that my parents and I were church going Christians and would that be a problem for him? I typed with one hand, the other rubbing my taut nipples. "Yes, my mummy, daddy and me go to church on Sundays, I hope that you are not put off me because of that," then I paused and added, "I'm not racist."

I needn’t have worried, Samir was pleased we went to church.

He typed, "Okay that’s perfect, beautiful baby-you have to tell the truth on your bible. Have you had your fingers rubbing your pussy just now thinking of my black cock? Tell the truth, you have to because if the bible".

How did he know? I’d been rubbing, squeezing and caressing my pussy and excited nipples imagining him on me and he knew!

"Yes, I’ve been fingering myself thinking of your black cock and wishing it was you in me." I couldn’t stop myself; the words typed themselves. I was throwing myself at him!

Samir now knew that he had overcome my resistance and he launched his decisive raid, to claim his total and unconditional capture of me.

When I saw his next message on the screen I knew that there was no escape.