Let me first describe the hotness of the sex story, her name I shouldn’t disclose, she was a 24-year-old, height 5’6 with a slim yet bulky figure,...by bulky I mean the extra curves of her assets. She didn’t weigh much as I recall picking her up to bed that night. However, we should call her Savita, as we already dream about our very famous beloved Savita bhabhi.She lived in a society opposite to mine, as I lived on the 6th floor I could monitor the movements in the building. Savita was a. I had dominance. They had status by virtue of the connection."It made me pathologically selfish. I saw everything and everyone in terms of what was in it for me. I barely recognized there was another side to the equation. And, to take a page from your ubiquitous math analogies, the equation was always an inequality - Ashley is greater than whomever."It denied me the ability to appreciate almost everything. I had almost everything I wanted. I could do whatever I wanted. I could get almost. “Look at my right cheek Kimberly, what do you see.”Kimberly was even more addled at this turn of events. Initially she didn’t know what she was looking at then she realized that it was a tattoo or even a brand!! But only animals were branded. But then Kimberly realized that White men had branded Black slaves!! Kimberly shaken said, “Is that a brand Quanesha?”“Yes it is. The only way that Black Daddy can legally deliver us to Black men to pay reparations is if we belong to him. You have to ask. James was enjoying having his hands full of Sophie’s arse but he wanted more and Sophie subtly moving her stance so her legs were wider apart was all the hint he needed. Sophie’s shorts were barely covering her vagina and her chubby labia was obviously visible, glistening with her arousal. James angled his hand so he could wiggle a finger between her lips and Sophie moaned loudly to his touch as she continued to passionately lick Sam’s cock. Sophie was desperately wet, even as James slowly.