“Oh yes, Daddy! I love that!” I squealed. “You like that, huh? You like being the black man’s bitch, huh?” he said, obviously referring t... my collar. “Yes, Daddy. I love it!” I squealed again. “ I knew you were a good little white bitch when I first saw you” he growled. “Yes, Daddy!” I replied with lust. He pulled my booty shorts aside and forced a finger into my waiting sissy pussy hole. “Ah!” I yelped. He continued to fuck me with his finger and said into my ear, “You may be owned. " Well, Mrs. Wright..." Call me Mary Ann, Kit — and look me in the eyes please," she said."That's part of the problem, Mary Ann? I've all of these beautiful women around me, I've fallen in love with my own sister, and you, my sisters and my Mom, all have such fantastic tits — I'm sorry — that was uncalled for, I'm so frustrated." Why?" she asked. "Don't worry about me, you can say anything to me, if it helps?" We've promised one another, we'd go slow, in our physical relationship, but my body. Keep fucking me just like that baby will you? Oh God, yes Mitchell yes,” she continued to cry out. “Just keep doing it the same old way. Yes ohhh yes honey. Just keep fucking me like you’ve been fucking me. Ohhhhhh, I love it that way! I love it just like,” and then she stopped for a second. “Just like that honey. Just like that,” she cried out. “I can’t live without you doing it like that to me honey,” she went on to say as her hands pulled at almost every corner of his body as the two. He was relaxed, eager and open to share what had happened in his life.‘Let me take you up to the peak, we can use my car, the view is wonderful.’‘Are you sure it’s ok?’‘Of course, climb in. It won’t take long.’Riya looked back, she couldn’t see the boys but she could hear faint calls and laughter.‘Come on, we’ll be back soon.’His tone reassured her. She settled in the front passenger seat, patting the folds of her saree around her.‘I’m not dressed for walking am I?’He laughed, ‘Well you always.