....and i realise i will have to degrade myself for your pleasure that might be a start in making this up to you. With my goal in mind i start plannin... what to do, i walk back to our bedroom and inspect my closet already entrancing myself again in the role of mindless and obiedient slutwife that i will so have to fulfill when you get home tonight and see what i have done to your family heirloom. my mind comes back into focus, slutfocus, ive been a bad girl, so white is out of the question, i. .As soon as I felt his tongue flick against my clit, I started gushing...it was all the cum that I had been holding back for a while, he just licked away. I couldn't help but to wonder what it would be like to fuck a black man...These thoughts started to occur throughout most days, as I was working or riding the bus to and from work. I stared to notice black men, and they obviously noticed that I noticed. I started imagining myself with one, but the guilt would soon cause me to have to. But it had to be him, surely?The hand moved slowly, working its way downwards, finding the inside of one thigh. And then suddenly it was touching her most intimate parts. Fingers toyed with her folds, stroking at first, then rubbing. It was shameful, but the most shameful thing was that the man must be able to feel her excitement. The shame was all in the excitement. The shame was in finding pleasure in exposing herself to a stranger and then having him touch her like this in public. His. "So at last we come to the reason for our little party, Desirée dear," the auburn-haired girl breathed, leaning back against the davenport. "It's always been my belief that when two women have shared a man, each owes a certain honesty to the other regarding him. Don't you think so? I mean, today, Darling, it's become a recognized fact by us girls the necessity of banding together against the male beast, right?" She smiled warmly at her voluptuous companion who was properly balancing her.