What made Naomi choose her was the vulnerability in her face. She looked scared and unsure but they was something in those eyes that showed tremendous...submission. She knew her place in the world and therefore Naomi knew she would worship the ground they walked on and would be willing to please them. Naomi liked that idea. Naomi's pussy was so wet just from the idea of a slave who truly knew and believed with all her heart that her place in this world was to only serve white people Some slaves. Tight stirrup women's ski pants in a bright neon red. Of course my pants are inside my white and pink women's ski boots. I have a matching red and black jacket, which is cut in a peplum style. So my waist is restricted and I have that "cute" hourglass look. The jacket is in a floral motif. On my hands are matching red mittens, with fake white fur trim, and on my head is a fake white fur headband. My teased hair poking out the top and my bangs and sides curled under it. Bright red lipstick and. She lifted her legs, wrapping them around me, trapping me, digging her heels into my backside. I felt her fingers on me, skilfully and methodically unbuttoning my shirt at my chest. I made no attempt to stop her, and she eventually reached the last button; unclasping it, pushing the material to the sides and off my shoulders, exposing my upper body and naked chest. As my shirt slid down my arms, dropping to the floor, she broke our kiss and, without pausing for a second, trailed her tongue down. She took the vibrator from his boy-tits and placed it over his crotch until his cock strained inside the silky shorts. Jeff gasped and bent his smooth legs at the knees. The wet spot widened, his cock ratcheted up a few degrees to maximum, and Alison pulled the vibrator away, leaving him moaning and thrusting his hips in the air."Not yet sweetie," she cooed.She placed the vibrator over his tummy, already noticeably flat from his strict new diet, and let the sensations indirectly bathe his.