I put the Hitachi on your upper arm first, letting you get used to the vibrations. But you know that won’t last long. As I move the device down your...arm and across your shoulders you don’t move, you barely breathe. I run the vibrator up and down your back a bit and you begin to relax and enjoy it a bit. But when I go a little further down your back you get tense again. I smile as the vibrator makes you nervous. I run the vibe across the small of your back and over the flare of your ass. I don’t. „Marion Alexander!“„Are you serious?“ Linda gasps. „Ms. Top-Floor, Chairman-of-the-Board, Never Sees Anyone, Alexander?! What could she want to see you about? How does she even know you exist?“„I have no idea?“ the other girl shrugs, hurriedly fixing her hair and jacket. „It's kind of scary. How do I look?“„Fabulous,“ smiled Linda, and then Dalene is headed for the elevators.Once into the executive suite, she finds herself staring at the imposing presence of Marion Alexander. Quickly the woman. I will NEVER wear undies except when a SUPERIOR BLACK PERSON decides that I must, and those undies will be very sexy and tiny, such a very sheer thongs or very thin revealing G-string allowing easy access to my BLACK owned ass for all BLACKS to use as they see fit and i will take all cum in my holes as demanded.4. I agree to recruit, and to assist SUPERIOR BLACKS to recruit, other inferior white females and white bois to be Blacked, to go Black, to be Black-subjugated, and to be Black owned and. Your beauty, your grace, your wisdom, and the heat of the blood pulsing in your veins. The blood I long to spill, the blood I long to be mine. And only mine. You drive me, control me, pull me and push me back. But you'll never see that. Again, my lover, you capture me. And thus, I must capture you in return.D."I concluded reading the letter with a smile. The smile a school-girl wore when she received an admirer's letter, one with a loving poem or sweetly spun words.But then remembered.