Without the intervention of clothes, her pristine beauty shone straight out at me. The guilt at my action soon abated, to be replaced by sheer sexual ...xcitement. I knew that tonight I was in severe danger of molesting her.I took a picture of her naked body then positioned the camera on the bed beside her, ready to record any detail in an instant. I removed my own clothes and lay next to her, running my hand over her silky skin and enjoying the warmth radiating from her. I explored between her. I was escorted off the property and taken to a squad car. I’m the white female servant of a wealthy black woman who kicked my ass before having me arrested by the police. How times have changed. So, here I am. It’s been two years since the death of my husband. One year since I lost everything. My house. My car. My money. My good name. I’m living in a modest room in one of Atlanta’s roughest neighborhoods while my nemesis, Chandra Joseph Brown, lives in a palace-like mansion with her husband and. I’m cumming Jaya.” He screamed.The way he caressed my breasts felt so good, along with his tasteful hard cock going in and out of my pussy, I too was about to cum once again.“Maama, I’m cumming with you, just fill my pussy with your cum Maamaaaa.........GOD!” I screamed out loudly.I felt his hard cock shooting his hot juice up my pussy and not long after I cum with my pussy juice washing his cum down. We were both breathing heavily again. I leaned my upper body down and rested on his warm. He headed back to his locker that he usually kept open and started to dress. Except that something was missing. Where did he put his underwear?He checked the hooks in his locker. Not there. He double checked his pile of clothes. Nothing. He searched his bag. Empty. Okay, it wasn’t the end of the world. He often went commando on the weekends, just never at work. Class started as normal, but now the plot went into action. Mr. Crete collected the day’s homework and got right into the day’s lecture.