Ken continued to work her pussy, and was squeezing her left breast hard now, sometimes pinching at her nipple. She reached out slowly and touched the ...ip of him with one finger and quickly pulled it back, just as if she were checking to see if something’s hot or not. Realising it wasn’t going to hurt her, she touched him with several fingers now, squeezing it and moving it around to watch it spring back into position. She smiled at him, turned back to his cock, and took a good hard grip. Ken. This was a big deal for her, she just turned 18 and she's been working here for a few years now, but the owners giving her a key to the store means they really trust her and she doesn't want to screw it up.On the way to her car she sees a female angel statue at the end of the parking lot with its head in its hands like its crying. Claire thinks this is odd as she's never noticed it befor but thinks it could have been installed earlier that day. As she look down to find her car key she hears a. I should have seen it coming, should have been afraid. I was not thinking straight, I was not thinking at all, except about pleasing mistress. “No Mistress, your white slut doesn’t know” Working her thumb into me, I gasped as I had been filled like never before, I grabbed on to the edges of my blotter, holding on for dear life as she moved her hand inside me. “It is the fist we use to break uppity white cunts like you!” I cannot describe it. She made a fist, inside me! I have never been that. It was a voice I no longer recognised as my own. She brought her mouth down, kissed the part she had tenderly tortured, and was rewarded by another moan. I grasped her head in my hands to keep her from going further. She looked up at me, her expression silently scolding. I let go. She continued down. In bits and pieces she nipped my skin, pulling it gently between her teeth, nursing each slight wound with the flat of her soft, pink tongue. Feathers rustled as she sank to her knees at my feet,.