Skin? My mouth fell open. There were no pubes. At all. Completely shaved. Denuded. I could even see the bumps of the individual hair follicles on her ...ubic mound. The top of her slit.I wanted nothing more than to drop to my knees and press my mouth over Amber’s pussy.“You like?” she asked. A groan escaped in place of actual words but the sentiment was there, the meaning clear. Amber’s face lit up with an enormous smile. “I knew you would.” My legs went weak. Fuck, I needed to come.Right now.As. He even touched briefly her navel and down to her snatch.The old man seemed to get very aroused at his control over my wife. Then he ordered her to roll her nice little belly for him and show him how she could dance salsa...Ana looked at me; but I was speechless.I just nodded to her, signaling it would be fine to show her skills to this man.With that, my sexy wife began to undulate her fine round hips right there in the dimly lit filthy shop. She shook her nice boobs, which were loose under the. He’s a black man. Shirley Franklin is Mayor of Atlanta. She’s a black woman. Barack Obama is President of the United States of America. He’s a black man. Black men from schools like Morehouse College are succeeding in the corporate world. Black women from Spelman College are rising where no black women have gone before. Black men and black women can accomplish great things. We just need to stop hating each other. Seriously. The whole world hates black men and black women. We don’t need to hate. ” Dread-Head was leaning forward in his chair with a huge gold toothed smile across his face. “Shake dim big titties fo me bitch.” This guy was talking to my wife life she was a common street whore. Shelly didn’t even look back at me, she just took both hands and began to shake her milky white breast for this thug behind the table. Dread-Head was looking me right in the eye and grinning from ear to ear. “Make yo nipples hard bitch.” His language was getting more and more abusive and Shelly.