Phrases like "Oh, I have *insert a race here* friends" is not your get out of jail free card - I would direct you to a film called Dear White People.I...have seen this "preference" attitude in full affect on this site and in actual swinger parties (of all places), where someone is not dark enough or light enough. How is the poor guy (or girl) suppose to win? Being on a site like this (or simply being an actual adult) surely you must know that whatever attribute or trend in your "preferred" group. I smeared my cock across her face. “You’re doing what I want, when I want.” “Yes,” was all she said.I fucked her a few more times that day, with wardrobe changes. We went back and forth between the sawhorse and the stirrups. I let her have a few orgasms as well. She was enjoying this now; she showed no sign of resistance.On Sunday morning I took her to the shower and completely uncuffed her. I told her to wash up thoroughly, which she did. I brought her out to her suitcase and told her to. We all held our breath to see what she would do. Suddenly she jumped up and hurried from the room. I thought that she had become embarrassed. I started to go and see about her when I heard music.Bobbie appeared again with her boom box in hand. It was playing the Michael Jackson tune that goes, "Pretty baby with the high heels on..." I noticed that instead of bare feet she now sported a pair of 4 inch red spiked high heels. She set the box on the coffee table and began to strut around LD and his. It even smelled nice, having some perfume of some sort on it. I undid thebuttons on the front and slipped it over my head. the dress glided downmy body and made me shiver with pleasure as it fell round my legs. I didthe buttons up over my small breasts and slipped on the shoes, sittingdown to do up the buckles.I was determined not to look in the mirror until I at least had my wigon, and when I did it was worth the wait. I almost fell in love with myown reflection."Wow," the voice was quiet but.