She was wearing one of her new dresses, with the scoop neckline."Emmie, we have to talk."She made herself comfy on her knees on the floor in front of ...e. The dog came up to her and she bent forward to scratch its tummy. I could see her breasts almost to her aureoles. They were beautiful. I remembered the way she held and fondled her breasts. I remember her mother, so many years ago. She had breasts just like that. And I used to caress them and kiss them and... I cleared my throat -- and the. In the room, I was met by two naked guys standing around. Anne ordered me to take off my clothes and hand them over. She then closed and locked the door. I looked at the other men. They were all in their thirties and were pretty well hung. One of them sported a huge boner. We smiled at each other awkwardly but said nothing. The sexual tension and anticipation was rising. My cock slowly started to rise to half mast. The door unlocked and opened. Mistress Anne walked up to me and grabbed my cock,. The closing of a car door brought us back to reality, looking out the window she saw that my mom was coming up the walkway; both of us grabbed our clothes, I ran upstairs while, she ran to the bathroom downstairs. I put my ear to the door, hearing my mom and Sara talk, telling her that she could take her to her house since she had come home early. I couldn’t believe what had happened between us, when something hit me; we didn’t use protection. I didn’t know what mom would think of me. To date I haven’t had any contact with my father’s side of the family. What does that tell you? Anyhow, I learned early in this life that the only person I could count on was myself. I grew up to be a six-foot-two, heavyset man with caramel skin, curly black hair and pale green eyes. In the eyes of the world I am mixed, but I consider myself totally black. When bigoted cops stop me and give me a ticket for driving under the speed limit, I know it’s because I am of partial African descent..