Quanesha called a halt and said that Black Daddy would be coming into the room to continue the discussion from last night. She felt Quanesha pushing h...r down to her knees explaining that white sluts must always kneel when Black Daddy entered their room. After the discussion about white racism yesterday, this made sense to Kimberly so she complied. She suddenly realized that she was still naked and that a Black man was about to see her tits and pussy. She moved her hands to cover them but. She wore her thrift store shoes, short white shorts, and her King Softy tee-shirt, which nicely showed off her boobs. Her fancy Frederick's bra was, she thought, a justified extravagance. She had to walk nearly two miles to her mother's trailer. Quite likely her mother would not be home. Mother augmented her welfare checks by entertaining ?gentlemen friends?. One of the gentlemen friends had popped Crystal's cherry when she was 18. Since then she had tried to avoid sex with boys. She. It was just above the knee with a split up on side and to finish it off a pair of strappy heels.The weekend of the party I arrived at his place and he had booked a hotel close to the venue and he drove there. On the way we agreed our stories which we knew growing up together checked in to the hotel and went to our rooms and got changed while doing my hair and makeup he came into the room made himself comfortable chatting while I finished my makeup I put the dress on in the bathroom and came out. Just the dim emergency lights keeping the room from total darkness, so no one would see the beautiful teacher, her large breasts heaving as she tried to breath. Just breath, just turn and end this -PING PING PING PING-forget how often Sandy had pumped his sperm into her. She had welcome every period with a sigh of relief even though her first time it moved the young man to use her ass, her ass while she moaned in pain and orgasm as he flooded her bowels. He had been inside her on her “safe”.