She was soo hot, the music started and the crowds started roaring, it was so crammed and i was so horny having this babe infront of me brusing herself...against me as she danced to the music. i instantly got hard and my cock was pushing its way out of my shorts i could feel the curve of her arse and then the dip as she moved left to right and it pused against her cheeks, she never said or did anything and my hand started to wonder brusing my fingers down her back and up the back of her legs, she. Of course I had noticed the legs, shapely, toned, definitely not sticks, but not flabby either, the kind you would like to run your hands over or have your head between. When she came in, I had also noticed that her shorts were short, but hadn't paid much attention to the shorts themselves. Now I did.Maria glanced at me and saw where I was looking. As before, she seemed appreciative and showed it by turning her body first one way, then the other. She faced me and did a couple of deep knee. "Which black people?"She looked agitated. "You know what I mean! Are you biased against Black People?"I looked at her evenly, thought for a moment, and said "Yes."She sat back suddenly, as though I had slapped her, her eyes wide with surprise. The lack of malice in my smile helped allay the harshness of my response, however, and she at least had the sense to ask for an explanation."Well, at least you're honest about it! Would you care to elaborate?" Like my tribal ancestors, I am biased against. Finding nothing, I got on my bike and rode home defeated. I was shocked and scared when I saw Master’s car sitting in the driveway. He was home early. As I placed my bike in the shed I tried to maintain my cool. I fumbled with getting the key in the front door as my nipples grew hard and my pussy started to drip anticipating my punishment. I opened the door and saw my Master fully in uniform standing with a scowl on his handsome face, anger burning in his eyes. I closed the front door and.