“Then what’s your problem?” she asked.Again I sighed, still annoyed by her behavior. The room burned with heat, crawling across my skin, just fr...m being a few feet from her. “Okay.” I breathed out the word, then thought of more. “Being completely honest here. Yeah. When you dress like that, I can’t help but picture getting you completely undressed. I can’t help it. All right?”Kari stood there, her eyebrows raised, not responding.I swallowed. Kari blinked. Then she smiled. Smiled sweetly.“Do you. After the bloody Race Riots that had killed and maimed hundreds of thousands, it was a welcome solution.Five years before the Act was passed a group of young white males and females transformed themselves into sexual servants.They all had stem cell procedures done that toughened all theirfuck holes to accommodate the biggest of cocks.“Queen of Spades” and “Black Cock Only” tattoos andtramp stamps clearly announced their purpose.One Thursday afternoon a band of Black Warriors weremarching. It rapidly became obvious that this was going to be a boot camp type of atmosphere, at least when she was in charge. They were given ten minutes to get their clothes stowed and grab bunks and told to be on the field in workout gear immediately afterward. While changing she heard some remarks about “fresh meat” and “young noob”, but chose to not acknowledge or make eye contact with anyone just yet. She was just glad she knew the head coach as well as she did. After a rigorous stretching. On the way up however, I again encountered a rather large obstacle that in no way would fit into the small panties. However, I immediately took it into my hands to remove this obstacle and reduce it to more manageable proportions -- evidently much to the delight of my model, who stopped complaining instantly.After the garterbelt and the panties were in place, I observed that the straps hung loose and the garterbelt had a tendency to ride up to the waist and I would never be able to see.