So, I had already kind of decided to call it a night when she walked in. Maybe the drinks were part cause, or my charged state of mind, but at that mo...ent she looked like a godess to me: slender, longlegs, classy high heels, wearing a shape hugging little dress accentuating her hourglass figure. She must have noticed my gaze and sought eye contact. No surprise to me, being the only solo guy, and gathering she was looking for a customer. I did not care a bit at that moment, as charged as I was.. You love that big White cock down yourthroat. You're daddys dirty nigger fuckdoll"It seemed she was torn between screaming at me and accepting it, so Ijust grabbed her hair and shoved my cock back down her throat.She didn't resist, and she went back to sucking as if nothing hashappened. When I pulled my cock back out, she looked up, waiting forwhat I would say. "You know you are a nigger. Admit it to daddy."Hesistantly she opened her mouth. I slapped her face. "I can see how turned on you are,. The catch on her bra proved no challenge to fingertips practiced at unsnapping the bra of their mistress every day. The straps parted and moment's later triumphant fingertips traced the path of the elastic fabric right to the unprotected breast, victoriously claiming the flesh and the aching projection tipping the flesh. A spring wound tight in her chest as Lisa wound the nipple between her fingertips. Uhnuhhhg, she moaned again. It was so unfair.Lisa sat up. Gripping the bottom of her uniform. Just looking at it made me sick. I tried to give her body back to Miranda but she was as repulsed as I was. We threw up in the alley. And then threw up again.“Heavens, girl!” a woman said from the kitchen door. “You are ill!”“Yes, Charlotte,” Miranda said. “I don’t feel well all of a sudden.” She stood and I snatched the knife behind her back. Miranda handed the basket to Charlotte. “Here is the fish.”“You’ll not be eating this fish tonight. I’ll bring you broth in your room. Go at once and get.