As we drove home I took off my necklace and told Lorraine about my newtheory."Very good, Phillip, so you have finally figured it out," she said.I took...off my necklace and gave it to her."Hold on though, let's get undressed."I stood before the open curtain undressing aware that the world might bewatching. We made love.I put on my boxer shorts in front of the open curtains aware that I hadnow been cured of my modesty and asked Lorraine for the solvent removerto take off my false breasts and for. As I was giving Diane's breast a thorough tongue bath, I felt Holly tighten around my finger before she released a deep groan as an orgasm took her over. Diane and I could both hear it as Holly moaned in time with what was obviously a deeply satisfying release.Holly's orgasm was apparently more than enough to give Diane the push she needed; even as I felt Holly gently push my hand out from between her firm thighs, I felt Diane increase her motions on the finger I had buried in her. When I went. When he was ready to go he kissed me goodbye and left. I heard the "Oh shit, fuck me!" all the way in the living room. It was fifteen minutes after the time he usually left before he was done changing the tire and as soon as I heard the trunk slam shut I told Mary, who was already on my cell phone, "Now" and disconnected. The phone rang just as Sam came through the door and I answered it, said sorry wrong number and then hung up. I saw Sam glance over at me and the expression on his face told. “You like that, huh? You like being the black man’s bitch, huh?” he said, obviously referring to my collar. “Yes, Daddy. I love it!” I squealed again. “ I knew you were a good little white bitch when I first saw you” he growled. “Yes, Daddy!” I replied with lust. He pulled my booty shorts aside and forced a finger into my waiting sissy pussy hole. “Ah!” I yelped. He continued to fuck me with his finger and said into my ear, “You may be owned by another but you are my fucking white bitch.