“This?” Sandy repeated. She lifted one sneaker to Mary’s face. Trembling, Mary nodded again. She began licking the food from Sandy’s sole. Jan...’s hollow face flashed before her eyes, and there was that other question again. “You should say please.” Sandy demanded. Mary looked up at her. “Please, Sandy.” “Please what?” Sandy had a hand between her legs now, which somehow seemed completely natural to Mary. “Please may I have some of your lasagna?” To Mary’s surprise, Sandy put her foot back. I consider myself equally Black and Persian, but lately I've been leaning more toward the African side of my heritage. And I express both in my BDSM practices.Just ask any of the subs in my care. My favourite would have to be Tina Monroe, this short, slim and blonde-haired White dyke who's fascinated by tall Black women. I find White folks in Ottawa to be a really bigoted bunch. Lots of White guys and a few White chicks approach me with lust in their hearts. I always turn them down. I accepted. Holding the menu up in front of her she started to ease her tongue in my mouth. I exhaled loudly as her tongue traced a line down my neck. She kissed down my neck and to my shoulder nibbling softly as she went down. “ If you don’t want me to taste you tell me” she said looking into my eyes now. I kept my eyes diverted because half of me couldn’t believe what was going on. “ Okay I will,” she smiled lowering her fingers under the table. I let out a moan as her fingers found their way between my. She obviously knew it was a show as well because she turned her head slightly and tried to make sure he could see her tongue slide over his wife’s pussy. His wife started moving her body again, pulling her pussy up and down on top of his erection. He leaned his head to his right so he could have a better view. He watched her tongue slide up his shaft a little and then slide onto his wife’s clit. His wife paused for a moment to let Brandi lick her pussy, and then she went back to riding his.