I turned back toward the painting, searching for the artist’s name on the placard next to the name of the painting which was, “The Secret”. Ther... it was, “K. Morays”. “You painted this?” I said still holding her hand in a leftover handshake. “That’s it, isn’t it? They just had sex in the restroom,” looking into her eyes as she began to smile. She stood up then, taking me by the hand and leading me out of the exhibit. I stumbled turning to pick up my backpack as she hurriedly pulled me from. Dirty looks from the black men only turned her on, and only wanted to rub it in their face more that her 11-scale body was being used by a white man. Valerie remained subdued but glances went her way as well. Racism and racial superiority goes both ways. It is not solely a white trait; they were just the best and most successful at it. But for each disapproving look directed at the principal, she knew at least half of them were hypocrites who’d easily accept sleeping with an attractive. Vicky walked over to the box and rummaged for an alternate costume. She walked back to Dave with her hand behind back, and a big grin on her face. "I like this better!" She said, holding out a man's leather harness that covered nothing. The straps were situated to help display the balls and a studded cock ring held the wearer's penis for display. "Your plan sounds good. I'll follow you for the changes. My only other question is how far do we go?"Dave looked at the other couples. The announcer. I was shocked to hear this from her because she used to send me out whenever she give injection to ladies. She was smiling while saying this to me. I just followed her instructions. My dick got hard on. It was bulging out. She saw that and pretended as nothing has happened. From that day she stopped wearing apron in clinic.I was just happy from this. I went to home that day and watched porn keeping full sound in my bathroom. Her bedroom is adjacent to my bathroom. Next day she asked what was.