Her fingers were in my hair and I felt a thumb against my cheek. I reached down to push my jeans and boxers out of the way. I was hard. Shit. Really ...ard. I pulled her panties to the side and went into her, shoving so hard it almost hurt. She gasped against my mouth and her hand fluttered to my chest. It took everything I had to hold back a moment and look at her. Her lips were flushed from kissing, her chest rising and falling with each breath. God she was hot. No, not hot. Beautiful.. "I didn't tell anyone," I managed to squeak out."I know you didn't. It's okay." He unzipped his pants.Normally, when I sucked Shawn off, I would just put my hands at my sides and work on him with my mouth. It was just the way things went, I wasn't used to putting my hands up. That day though, I wrapped my arms around his thighs and hugged him close as I used my mouth on him. I buried my face against him and kissed him all over. The black boy just stared as I sucked. Every now and then I would. "Three", good little slut. You rub my ass for a moment then Thwack, you land another on my right but cheek. I jump and scream. "Your really have no control of that mouth of yours do you. I think I'll have to plug it for a moment. As your belt was off already you allowed your pants to fall to the floor and engorgement led to a raging hard-on with every whack. You walk around to my face. Would you like to suck this cock? Yes and I nod my head (I think, "who wouldn't") then little slut, beg.. I developed this notion of emotion and abiological existence, from reading and watching – in my fashion – about slavery. From the earliest days to today, humans of one class or race have enslaved other humans, usually for short term economic reasons. If they had applied abiological reasoning, they would have concluded that the long term outcome of enslaving another group can never be viable. Every single class of masters has come to a bitter end. That is the abiologic viewpoint; from the.