"Tell him you're a slut, Amanda." Zara suggested. Amanda pulled her mouth off Kwame's cock for a quick moment uttering, "I'm a slut! (spit) (suck) (li...k/spit) A white slut!". She would have gone longer but she had to add another commentary, "And this is not my last black cock!" Do you understand?" Zara whispered to me, "This is black power."Amanda returned to putting Kwame's balls into her mouth while stroking his cock with a hand. Kwame was in sexual delight, his aggravated lust temporarily. I closed my eyes and just surrendered to his touch. "How does this feel?" he asked me. I couldn't help but say, "It feels nice." "Good, now let me check your vagina for proper responses." I didn't know whether this was the regular procedure or not but it sure felt nice. Having had a boyfriend or two I had never gotten that wet on anyone's touch. As soon as he began to draw the covers from my pussy I held the covers tight. He slowly pulled them from me and said, "Don't worry, I'll be gentle." He. “Pathetic!”Quichoq didn’t respond well to the suggestion. Betty felt as if she was being squashed by an invisible steel press. She was about to black out when he relented.“Useless, resentful and aggressive. This doesn’t speak well for your acceptance.”As he turned, heading towards the door, she thought he was done, only she felt a new scan coursing over the top of her thoughts. Changing tactics, she replaced her single thought. “Amateur.”“Get up!” someone demanded. She rose from a deep sleep,. She then asked sir can I do the same as morning now and you can finish. I didn¡¦t want it to end so soon in the hope that could happen and said ¡§can you massage me like this only for some more time, its nice¡¨ She smiled and said okWith all this talking and shifting we were now in a situation where she was almost sitting on my dick,, actually slightly above it but with me moving up and down it was now just below her and as she moved down to sit she sat down bang on it, she immediately realized.