He kneels before her, kissing her navel softly, his lips surprisingly gentle against her burning skin as he wraps his arms around her waist. She shif...s awkwardly in his embrace, blushing deeply as he wraps a plaid skirt around her hips, fastening it deftly, then rising to face her. He smiles playfully as he wraps a collar around her neck, holding up the tag for her to read:"SlaveIf found unattended, call this number and have your way with her until pickup."She whimpers in recognition, nodding. He fired off another message, this time, telling her what he really thought of her. “You’re fucked up. You don’t know what you are talking about. You weren’t a slave so get over it you dumb bitch.” It went on and on for a few more paragraphs with all the standard clichés white people throw around when they are trying to belittle a Black person: The Irish were enslaved and they overcame it, the Jews had the Holocaust and they overcame it, and the ever-popular, Africans sold each other into. "Get in the back seat." I told her. She went for her pants and I stopped her. "No leave them off. Just get in the back seat now." She got out and made her way into the back seat. I soon followed her. When I got in I pushed down my pants and then my boxers. I got in the middle of the back seat and looked at her. "Climb on this cock." She licked her lips and moved and threw a leg over my lap and sat down on my lap. I reached down and held my cock in place as she used a hand to move her panty out. Aur ye khani mere aur mera ghar me rehna wali pengusste ki hai. Uska naam seema hai uski umar 21 saal hai uska figure 30 24 26 hai aur mere lund ka size 7 inch hai aur 3 inch mota hai ye bata aaj se 3 mahine phela ki hai .jab mere gharwala shadi me gaya tha aur mere paper chal reha tha jise ke karna me nhi jaa paya.Aur phela mere mana me use ke liya galat nhi tha. But ek din jab mai ghar par tha tu muhje se maths difficult pucha ne ayi thi. use bata raha tha aur mere najar uske boobs par gayi..