”This time, I bent down myself, and kissed her on the mouth, starting slow and soft, but then pressing her lips to mine, holding her there for a mom...nt, and then breaking the kiss to say, “Well, I am responsible for your education.” The look on her face showed she was ready to take instructions.I took hold of her shoulders, and gently turned her around to face the tiled wall of the shower recess behind her. “Just put your hands out and lean against the wall,” I said, and she did so, and I knelt. She was about 51 and skinny. The first and very obvious thing was that she was naked. Her almost coal black skin was clear of any blemishes. Her even blacker hair was done in rows and pig tails. She had thick lips and a wide nose but Sam thought she was cute. Her breasts were almost non-existent, surely no more than A-cups. Her pubic mount was cleanly shaven, or maybe she had not grown any hair there yet. She was carrying a thin summer dress but had nothing on. Sam couldnt help but stop and. Feeling a bit frisky, not wanting to pass up the possibility of some flirtatious behaviour I selected my red strappy dress which was cut to mid-thigh and did little to hide the shape of my boobs. Checking myself out in the mirror, I was excitedly conscious that the impression of my hardening nipples, was easily discernible though the silky fabric. And hoped the obvious lack of a visible panty line, would surely invoke some curiosity with the buyer.Hoping the buyer would be receptive to my mode. I looked at myself in the mirror and knew my black stud would be pleased to see me dressed like a cheap street whore…Victor begged me to have a piece of my wet cunt before Jamal would show up, but I rejected him, telling my Black Master would not approve to take this white married bitch used by her husband before he could enjoy her sexy body…Although Jamal had fucked me many times before, I was nervous as I usually felt every time he came to fuck me…When he arrived, he immediately told Victor.