Phir jab uska cum meri gaand me bhar gaya to wo utha aur meri gaand ko dekhkar hasne laga bola dekho kitni sooj gayi hai aur isks ched ti chekho aur h...sne laga phir maine kaha ab bas karo mere parents ke aane ka time ho raha hai top wo bola ok lao mai tumhari chou aur gaand saaf kar doon maine kaha ok to usne chadar ko ungli me laga ke meri chut me dala aur kas ke apni ungli meri chut ke andar ghuma di mai dard ke chilla uthi maine kaha kyakar rahe ho? Wo bola bas ho gaua sara cum bahar nikal. “Mom, I’m sorry, I’m so ashamed, but I didn’t mean for that to happen, I...I... just couldn’t help myself.” I said, and started sobbing loudly. “It’s alright baby and there’s nothing to be ashamed or sorry about, what happened was quite natural under the circumstances. Mommy understands and am not angry or anything. It was really my fault alone, not yours, I should have realized the possibility of this and not let it get so far, but I was enjoying myself so much playing with you that I lost. A rigid collar that holds its head proudly up and stops the Black Owned white slave from turning its head.As with all animals, nakedness for a white slave is the norm. So even embarrassing and degrading clothing for a white slave is a privilege. Both female and sissified shemale slaves must wear identical flesh and anatomy revealing attire. Even in public the Black Owned white whore’s slave steel collar must remain clearly visible.Trousers under no circumstances qualify as female clothes and. Yet after awhile, the two of us came to the conclusion that this is who we really are. We love each other, yet we wanted something more, even if it meant not being monogamous. My job required a bit of travel, and we agreed that if I wanted to have sex with others on the road, then I would have a hall pass to do so, provided that I used protection. In being fair, I offered the same in return for her.For me, the thrill wasn't so much in having this sort of inhibition: it was that both of us were.