He loved it.It was the end of Oskar’s first week under this new regime and he was very content how things were working out. The ‘grand plan’ was...coming together very well and he reflected that Hawksville had now reached the point of being a perfect model for the society that was envisaged for the future. Blacks were very much accepted as being superior in every way; the white population unquestionably regarded them as being their betters; women of all colors craved Black cock and dismissed any. Now her stomach growled at her, letting her know that she had to better feed herself regularly.Between sips of her wine, she finished her brownie, and was about to have a second brownie when the back door opened and someone exclaimed. She turned around, caught the chocolate between her lips, and smiled.Mike "Donny" Donaldson couldn't believe what day he lived in, damn it, he walked into his house, exhausted after a twelve hour shift at the office and stood up, staring in shock.He hadn't. I collapse back onto my ass, my legs weak from my powerful orgasm. My bedroom is filled with our combined musk, the strong, heady smell of sex. " I want to ride you," Sunny demanded, pulling me towards her by my legs, then pushing me onto my back. I'm too tired to complain, I smile as she crawls onto my crotch, her thighs slick and warm over mine. " Be gentle," I chuckled, reaching up to play with her pert, silky tits. " No way," Sunny smirked with a playful gleam in her eyes as she rubs her. As I release the tie to the robe, I stand up straight and kiss your forehead – your hand immediately leaves the rail and grabs hold of the front of my pants, rubbing the shaft you feel inside, but when you try to release it, I back away slightly, and let my left hand slip between your legs. As my fingers enter your wetness, your hands returns to the rail for support and slowly slide the robe off of your shoulders, and down your arms until it is pooled about your hands, and your entire back is.