That made us get closer. I used to visit her home. Her parents knew me so it was ok. We used to go for movies, sitting besides, rubbing hands. I knew ...he too wanted me but is shy to tell. Once there was a function at her village and her parents had to attend it. Anamika stayed back stating some college studies. She informed me and told me to come at her house for studying. I was super excited, but was taking steps cautiously. She was short but was fair, 32c firm white breasts and a slightly. She squirms even more and, as she does, those wide legged pants slide even further open, and without almost noticing , I look down and and see that her pussy is completely exposed to me. Even though I despise her, the sight of her starts to make me become aroused. She continues to struggle, not seeing that I am quickly becoming hard as a rock. As we continue to struggle , I try to force my weight against her to keep her still. As I press against her, my cock slides right through the opening in. As I walked in to the kitchen she obediently dropped to her knees and lowered her eyes to the floor.“You will shower me know X.” I told her. “Master is expecting us in less than half an hour.”I headed to the bathroom and X followed me on her knees. I lay down on the bed as I waited for her to prepare my shower.“Your shower is ready Mistress” she said quietly, and I stepped into the warm flowing water. I stood there with my arms and legs spread, waiting for X to begin washing me. She soaped a. I wasn’t sure if she was just too dim to realize what I had done or not. Daphne was obviously street-smart but her book-smart brains were all in her tits and ass.I noticed that Daphne frequently spoke with a thick Ebonics (ghetto) accent and then let it drop and talked like any normal white girl you might meet whenever it suited her as well.“Come get this pussy, Master Jessie,” Daphne raised her legs above her head and begged me to fuck her hard. She called me Master Jessie even though I hadn’t.