She headed for the kitchen and I followed her into the kitchen. I had my eyes on her rear. It was a nice view.She turned around and said, “How about...a western omelet?”I nodded and said, “Great! Did you sew this outfit?”She headed to the fridge to get eggs and all the rest of the items needed including hot sauce. “Yes, it’s from a pattern. I liked how it looked on a model on TV. I think it came out the way I wanted it to look.”“You look great in it. Of course, you look great in everything I’ve. And Mike and his buddies had stumbled off to bed leaving a totally 'fucked out' Darlene lying on the couch. After about ten minutes she finally sat up and looked around. Seeing me still sitting in the chair and looking at her she asked: "What kind of flake are you?" I shrugged my shoulders and she went on, "You watch me being a total slut for three black dudes and you say you are going to marry me?"I shrugged again, "What can I say? I saw you and knew that you were the one meant for me."Darlene. David pulled away, immediately sliding two fingers into her, still tormenting her clit with his thumb. He looked at her mascara streaked face, tears running down her cheeks.“Tell me you want me to stop,” he said as he flicked her clitoris, seeing her muscles spasm again.“Yes….no….oh god…no….nooo.”He felt the flood of warm liquid in her cunt as her orgasm swept through her.“There,” he smiled triumphantly, “now you’re ready for me.”He picked up her legs, lifting them up and spreading them so that. With a shudder, he opened his mouth. "I am Mi-Ling Chan," he answered, stunned at the softness of his voice and the definite oriental accent."Why are you doing this?" Tomika asked softly, her eyes wide with fear.The old woman sat impassively. "Until you learn your lesson, you will live in these forms, as the minorities you so brutally and viciously tormented. You get a chance to see what your victims experience, to see what their lives are like. To learn for yourselves that people aren't so.