Black women were especially wary of white women falsely accusing their husbands and their sons of sexual misconduct. In the eyes of Chandra Brown, all...white women were she-devils. And lazy ones at that. I guess I fit into this stereotype at one point but right now, I was only trying to survive. I’m not a wealthy WASP anymore. Hell, I converted to Judaism after marrying my dead husband Paul. I’m just a broke-ass white chick trying to live. I really wish this black woman would give me a break.. ”“So, I was today’s fill-in, eh?”She sat up, a mock angry expression on her face, “No, you are something else.”“What?”She did not answer but her naked body scrambled over mine as she said, “Come on. We need cleaning up.” Holding the doorknob, she turned back, “Better shed those pants. You’ll not get far with them around your ankles.”I slowly swung my legs off the bed, viewing the full spectacle of her naked body. Slender, not a trace of excess flesh. Small well-shaped breasts that had felt so. "Mastress had me enter a room in the middle of the night. Ihad my cock sucked by this trainee, though she was blindfold. There wereseveral other occasions each year and usually she'd ask me to fuck themprior to their placement. But our affair ended about three years ago. Shehad asked me to handle a problem for her and I just couldn't see anymoral direction in it. It had nothing to do with this business. It was apolitical situation and I just had a conflict that she couldn't see. Soafter five. "I'm not a bitch princess".She protested, pouting while stroking him with care, as if she was manipulating an ancient artefact. Robbert, despite his long experience in the field, had the hardest time of his life not surging right away, trying to enjoy the moment as much as possible."Then what are you?"Being handled by a literal princess was a dream and even a kink of his; she was lucky his hands were locked away. Livia considered his question and whispered with a low voice, red in shame."A.