He talked in a soothing monotone voice as he put her under his control. Then the truth of it all came out slowly. You want to obey me bitch don't you... He said. Yes sir was her drowsy reply. Your not allowed to have an orgasm with any white men bitch, you will find the idea of sex with white men repulsive, repeat after me so I know you understand. She repeated his statements in a groggy tone. You can only cum to black men fucking you, you are only sexually attracted to black dominate males who. I moved closer to her, straddling her leg. I reached forward and slid a finger through the drop at her tip. I lifted it to my nose. I mean, what kind of pre did she have? Was it like mine? It looked like it.With one hand stroking Helen’s length, I wiped the finger across my tongue. The taste was sweet, almost like honey and it had a slippery texture, just for a second and then it was gone. “More,” Helen reached over, took me by the wrist, and brought my other hand to her throbbing dick. “Don’t. And I am choosing my words here, ‘liked her a lot’ does not mean ‘fancied her rotten’. I suppose I felt quite paternal towards her. She had, strangely, never been out of Scotland before she came to work for us and from conversation over the months I had gathered that her upbringing was not only relatively sheltered but also, in many ways, remarkably deprived. Falling catches and increasingly strict European quotas had put the local fishing industry into terminal decline, and for boat owners. There is no one who deserves anything more than you do." I lost control. My head moved again and my lips touched hers.This time she reacted immediately.She opened her mouth and let my tongue slide in.Her lips and tongue tasted so wonderful.She put her hands on my back and our kiss went deeper.My body warmed up. I was French kissing my mother.It was wrong, but it was so good. Our lips melted in each other's.Her breasts pressed against mine.Pictures started flashing before me again.But my.