”Kimberly was even more addled at this turn of events. Initially she didn’t know what she was looking at then she realized that it was a tattoo or...even a brand!! But only animals were branded. But then Kimberly realized that White men had branded Black slaves!! Kimberly shaken said, “Is that a brand Quanesha?”“Yes it is. The only way that Black Daddy can legally deliver us to Black men to pay reparations is if we belong to him. You have to ask him to brand you into slavery I did and so did all. I cannot contain it - I need to come and I beg you and beg you to either fill me up or let me come.You pull me up from the chair by my bra and I fall back to the floor. You undo your pants letting your hard cock free, and sit back into the chair. I crawl to you on hands and knees, licking my lips in know what you want. I take your cock into my hand and glide my tongue up and down. Rubbing my hand up and down on your cock I take your balls into my mouth. Sucking gently and teasing with my. He always told me I was beautiful ... I never believed him, mind, but it was nice to hear. I sometimes even felt he wasn’t only after me for ma tits!”“But even when you were with Good Guy Davie, you still thought about dogs?” Checks our hostess.“Not all the time ... But sometimes, aye...” Another quick drag. “Sometimes the idea just came out of nowhere ... It made me feel dirty ... Just thinking about thinking about it – made me feel like I was a really bad lassie ... My dark, dirty. I rubbed it for minutes and then let him dry hump me. He was enjoying and I too was enjoying, you don’t get these kinds of chances to be loved by a stranger. He having big dick was a bonus and I thought this ride would never end. After an hour or so I felt my crotch area being wet with precum and I am sure he was damn wet too. If there was nobody I would have sucked him right there might have bend over also. With a jerk, the bus stops and I come to my senses and looked around. Everybody seems.