My lust for the maid had started. I started imagining me licking her boobs and eating her pussy. But I couldn’t do anything.So that night I started ...hinking of how to fuck her. I thought of taking it slow and steady. The next morning she came ,I opened the door for her with a morning boner and went straight to bed after making sure she saw it. Then I got into my blanket and pulled down my shorts and waited for her to enter my room. When she came into my room, I moved and slept in such a way. This is your second and last chance to say no." Sondra avoided the self confident eyes of the mistress. Torn, she stood immobile, unable to decide. "Well, my dear what will it be? Go home to your family or stay and experience what you've never experienced before and are unlikely to experience ever again?"The balance between her choices was virtually even. Her fears almost overcame her and she turned to tell the mistress she was leaving, but at that moment the images, sounds and feelings of that. Once Blacked on-camera it can’t go back to white.But back previous to actually becoming a slave, the white was aware that some personal sessions with the Superiors might prove unfeasible. it hoped even then that it would not escape its white destiny and its Black Superiors would force it to submit physically and sexually to other Superior Black People of the Black Owner’s choice.it knew that as a Black Owned white whore, Black Superiors have ownership rights to send it naked to local Dommes and. "Were you painting just now?" I asked.She beamed, "Oh yes, I've been working on a project. Come on, I want you to see it". Then, she started tugging my hand.I followed her in and waited as she locked the sliding door and went upstairs.I thought she was going to her bedroom. We always laid on her bed every time I was here, talking about nothing and everything. I was never very social, but with her, I felt like I could talk forever. There were always something to talk about. She was so full of.