Coming to the story, I used to live in a flat and there used to live a girl adjacent to us in our apartment. In my B.Tech 3rd year I got addicted smok...ng, I used to smoke on terrace of our apartment one day when I was smoking that girl saw me; her name is Sudha (changed) I’ll tell about figure later. Till den I didn’t talk to her but we used to gaze at each other. Den I went near her n requested her not to tell anyone and she agreed. We used to talk when I smoke n this became regular. One day I. Ranaji put his hand on her mouth to stifle her scream and went on with his job with concentration. Now that young girl had to express her emotions only through the bangles and payal’s tinkling. The noise that across the country means that the woman is being totally dominated by a strong man.Ranaji lifted her bodily by cupping her ass cheeks and started to thrust deeper, she cried and pushed his head between her milky breasts. Ranaji held still for a minute and again pumped this time he stayed. And they’re not my standard of beauty. Black women are my standard of beauty. There, I said it. And I mean it with every fibre of my being. This is coming from me, Samuel Xavier. A proud bisexual Black man who’s bedded women and men of all races before coming to this shocking conclusion. I just wanted to let the world know how I feel. Seriously. After years of switching back and forth between male and female lovers, I discovered that the person most capable of loving me is a Black woman. Why. Surprisingly, the people who saw us weren’t shocked at my stance or appearance. Maybe Master had other sex slaves that he brought here. Maybe they had sex slaves, but, didn’t bring them to the park today. The walk was nice, the air was crisp and the light spritz from the fountain was a welcome relief to my bare exposed skin. The leash snapped and remembering the command I instantly rolled over on my back. This time Master used the toe of his shoe to tease my clit. I smiled at the perverse.