” She really did not know what to say or do. She was blushing, and also shivering. I got up and went near her and touched her. I told her not to wor...y and asked her to display. It was now a strip tease and switched the channel on the TV to a music channel. She slowly undid her sari. She was trying to unhook her blouse but was finding it hard to reach her back. I slowly walked towards her and helped her to unhook. She slowly removed the blouse. She was in her lacy pink panty and bra. More then. The letter went on to inform me that I had been assigned the task of sucking one thousand black cocks (and swallowing each of their loads of cum), as MY contribution towards the process of racial reparations.So (and remember, this was only a dream!) I headed that way! A thousand cocks were a lot of cocks! A thousand loads of cum was A LOT of cum! But, as the letter had explained, it was my 'duty' to do so! When I arrived at the Reparations Center, I was processed (after filling out more forms). "Leah did. She poured half of the cup into her mouth and let the load settle on her tongue. She closed her eyes and reflected on the fact that she was tasting the semen of her very own son. Eventually, she swallowed it, as a wicked sensation traveled up her spine and through her brain. She was a truly nasty mom, she thought to herself.Ann reached for the cup and poured the remaining liquid into her mouth. She swallowed and then grabbed her friend and resumed the deep kiss they had begun earlier. ”I went up stairs and looked at my selection of bikinis. I looked for a bikini that would really cheer him up.I decided on a matching white one that was particularly small.I slipped off my robe and slipped on the bikini thong. It hugged my round butt perfectly, the outside of its fabric sinking slightly into my luscious cheeks.I tied up my bikini bra, pushing my breasts up into an even higher position on my chest. It was clearly too small as its thin white fabric was straining in an attempt to.