Her mother made sure to strap her daughter’s meaty thighs as well. Over and over the belt cracked, while Makaela held the chair as hard as humanly p...ssible. When the strap was done making her big butt jiggle, her bottom was the most sore, bruised and red that it had ever been. She couldn’t stop bawling it was like someone had pressed a burning hot iron on her behind and left it there. Her chest, big breasts jiggling, was heaving with sobs as she gasped for air. The chair hurt so much, her. She is panting heavily on her knees with his weight on her back. His giant member is again hotly pressed against her flat firm belly, when he came up behind her he slid it in-between her legs past her thong panty to where it is now, hotly throbbing, pressing up on her naked belly, her pussy pressing down on the huge long and thick shaft. Beth felt another sudden suffusion of heat where the tip of his cockhead pressed against her, realizing it was precum he was oozing out but not understanding. He was saying how it was his fault because he’d made a mistake in sending me to THAT particular pool hall. He kept going on about how young men were hard to control and especially young niggers. So I knew he had already concocted another one of his plans that involved me being on display for black guys. He had started applying lotion to my already almost hairless pussy. He was telling me that older black men were easier predict and certainly easier to control. And that they respected the white. You're just...you are fucking retarded."I'm mad? What?" Not mad. I mean. Not mad?" Caveman talk good. Use many words."No I'm not mad. Even though you just left me there with the door hanging wide open-" OH MY GOD I'M SO-" SHHHHH!" Cammi actually put her hand over my mouth this time. "Shut up Jord!"I looked at her with eyes like a deer caught in headlights and glanced over at the door. She did the same and dropped her hand from my mouth and sighed."Seriously stop freaking out. I'm fine." She.