She climbed up on the bed. Her legs were stiff. The kneeswere sore, bruised, and the skin was cracked in some places. She satwith her feet to one side...and crossed. She looked back at Penny eagerly,waiting for another command. She was still wet. Even waiting by the bedwas being controlled by Penny. As long as she was under Penny's control,she would be wet."Lay down," said Penny.Dolly obeyed."Get comfortable."Dolly relaxed and found a more natural position. Penny crawled on top ofthe bed and laid. The gloves and head covering were gone and there were tears in both the tight-fitting top and bottom. The boot covers were also gone and his black boots looked out of place with the blue legs. He pulled the desk chair over to the bed and turned it around so he could sit with his arms crossed on the top of the back. “I assume,” he began “that our resident samhainophobic spent Halloween night cowering in your room again this year.” He paused and then continued, “You really have to get over your. “But there aren’t any slaves anymore”“You know that white racists owned Blacks for centuries. They captured them in Africa, brought them over in filthy slave ships, whipped them, branded them, raped their daughters, sold them!! The only way that we white sluts can truly make reparations to the Black race is to become the property of a Black man. Isn’t it only fair? Since whites owned Blacks for centuries, isn’t it only fair that Blacks own white sluts like us?”That last part made sense to. I spread my pussy lips with one hand and slipped a finger inside my hole with the other. I then tilted my hips up toward the camera and performed. I gradually added another finger and ground my hips onto my fingers. A few moans slipped out of my mouth, increasing in volume with every moan. I continued finger fucking myself until I came very loudly. I stopped the videos, took a few naked selfies, and quit the program. Without putting on my pants again, I went back to working on my history paper..