”The white woman was screaming and cussing at Blackwomancalling her every name she could think of as shestruggled trying to find what was lodged...deep in herasshole.Blackwoman snapped her fingers again and the womanimmediately fell down on all fours and started lickingthe floor.“Quieter now. We don’t have to listen to the bitchyelling.” Blackwoman smiled. “She is your bitch now.All you have to do is tell her what you want and snapyour fingers. I have giving you. I was still waiting for her to jump up and start screaming at me, but still nothing. I couldn't stop myself any longer. She was too drunk to even feel this. I wasn't going to let this go to waste. I am surprised I didn't bruise her I rubbed her ass so hard. I was outside of her shorts, but I could still feel her smooth ass cheeks and the heat radiating from them. I was squeezing her ass cheeks together, pulling them apart, squeezing them individually. They were fantastic. I slid my hands up. You being a nasty-ass whore, who loves to dress up for us in little, skimpy, lacy outfits that allow easy, focused and attentive touches, strokes, and kisses that all become part of the whole picture; a picture of love that a man can focus on each and every day.So, some of you are probably saying; "I know! But I don't like the way I look, so dressing in skimpy, naughty attire doesn't look good on me." Or, possibly; "I am up tight. I can't do that." That is the giving part of true love. You use. It wasn’t the ideal arrangement, and often times he would go home mentally kicking himself for not having the courage to actually talk to her. But his fear of being turned down, or worse being laughed at, kept him from following through with it. One day while he was at work, an opportunity presented itself that he simply couldn’t refuse. It had been a pretty good day. He had just landed a new client and his scarlet beauty had been past his desk more often than usual, giving him ample.