It was dry, but felt rough, coarse. As if I were looking at that accident again, I scratched my nail over the inner surface of the normally smooth sil...y interior of my panty. I scrapped away some white dried substance.It would have been missed if I had not been looking for it. Obviously the 'present', as Jude liked to call it, was that Barry had left. There had even been an attempt to clean it before depositing it into the hamper.The panty fell from my fingers into the white sorted pile.How can. ..later grabbing my nipples in a pinching manner, and held on while fucking me. Each thrust brought another pull on my nipples.Never before, had I felt like so much of a slut... being bent over a banister, out in the open, for all the neighbors to see... to see me taken by a black man.. to submit to being a black man's bitch!! I didn't care!! My little pathetic sissy clit waving in the night air as the violent thrusts of him fucking my slutty cunt just made it all the more embarrassing!!I was. She rode on the back of his street bikes, but she rode her own dirt bike when they went trail riding. She joined him on flying trips. She sometimes sailed with him, but tended to get seasick while still on the dock. Most of the time, she was not just a passenger, but a participant. ‘You guys are always doing stuff he wants to do. Don’t you ever do something you want to do?’ asked Brett one afternoon. ‘Well, sure. We belong to a flying club and a yacht club. We both enjoy a lot of the social. I could see his other hand was buried deep inside his shorts as he continued licking my pussy. It was pure torture having to lay there, not able to move or make a sound. I wasn’t sure how much longer I could take this kind of treatment. Still his probing tongue continued it’s slow, but deliberate massaging of my love cavern. Sometimes he would vary his relentless assault on my body by wiggling his tongue sideways, as if trying to make sure he had explored every hidden crevice within my pussy..