" No," she said. "You shouldn't have. You white people don't know how it is, do you?" How what is?" I asked, a little puzzled."Well, your ancestors ch...se to come over here. They assimilated, or their kids did, but you didn't completely lose your cultural identity when it happened. My ancestors, OUR ancestors, were dragged over here on the slave ships. With very few exceptions, our cultural identity was completely lost. The oral tradition loses out after awhile. And so we become almost like you.. She rubbed it all over the places she could reach. She started at the bottom, working on her legs. She had such pretty legs, with curves and muscle in the perfect places. Lotion was spread from her ankles up to her thighs. Around the thighs and close to her vulva went her delicate hands. I had noticed her round and tempting derriere, of course. She was almost done when she did her torso and arms. Not quite. Her hands gently caressed her breasts, her fingers running over the nipples that I could. For now she had to protect her self-control.But when she rounded the curve of the stairs and saw him reclining confidently atop his bed, naked and ready for her, her sex pulsed and, for just a moment, her resolve faltered. Only then did it occur to her that the very fact that she had continued to descend the stairs was cause for even greater concern."That's it," Devin spoke with his mouth rather than his mind now. "Come to me, my slave. Kneel upon the foot of my bed. I have something to show. Her breasts, probably full C's, were right in front of my face. Before I started thrusting inside her I leaned down and licked each of her nipples, causing a slight tremble to her body.I began my thrusting, as she placed one of her hands on my butt, trying to help me, I think."Can I kiss you some more, my beautiful Dani?" I asked softly."Oh, Jamison – please kiss me, it all feels so good, and the love I feel for you is exactly how I thought it should feel for my first time." Dani," I said,.