. who could it be, what pretty little white thing had Elijah pumped full of black cum last night?I slowly turned around and then... I was stunned. It ...as her! It was Samantha! Jesus Christ I had jizzed myself listening to my own crush get blacked by Elijah only feet away from me. I awkwardly searched for something to say."Oh hey Sam!" Tim! Hey I just dropped over to grab a few things for later. We're still on for group project today? 3 PM?" Yep!" is all I could muster."See you then!"She was. Its Superior Black Owner could let the Black Owned naked white a****l permanently feel that he or she totally owns its white flesh and anatomy. The thought of being completely restrained and at the mercy of its Black Owner and other Superior Blacks approved by its Black Owner, unable to prevent them from doing whatever they want with its white body and anatomy, is what makes a white slave a white slave.To be dominated and be a slave on its white fantasy terms is not slavery; that is just it. To me it'sfun and a real challenge to see how real I can look. To me I look justlike a girl when I am fully dressed. I think I could fool a lot ofpeople. I am cursed with being skinny. No matter how much I eat I cannever gain weight. I am skinnier than most of the girls I have dated.Most of the girls hate me for being so skinny. Well anyway back to my story. I was home alone and I wanted to dress up.I was really bored with all my clothes. Like most women I had nothing towear. I needed new. “Isn’t it a little late in the year for that?”“The weather’s been pretty warm,” countered Kelly. “And we’ll have the place all to ourselves, I bet.”Kat thought it over, considering the possibilities that such a scenario might offer. “OK. I’ll talk to J.J.”Putting down her phone, Kelly went downstairs, where her parents, Sally Ann, and Sally’s parents were all at the breakfast table. Pouring herself some orange juice, Kelly calmly announced, “Sally and I were thinking about going camping with.