There she was, just a black girl from the hood riding a pretty white girl's face, make that a beautiful white girl's face! And she thinks SHE'S gettin... the better end of the deal. Incredible! She's just as eager to please me as I am to fuck her."Mmmm whitey, thats the spot" she said with a powerful thrust. "Who's the boss baby?" as she humped Lynn's face."You are master. You ARE the boss!" Lynn circled her big hard black clit with her sexy lips and began to suck. Lynn was cumming in her panties. She turned her head towards me and did a double take and the biggest smile came about her face. She is truly my slut slave because she got up immediately and came to the foot of the bed and without instruction, dropped to her knees with her hands trapped between her thighs and calves and her mouth fell open. I stepped in front of her where she was between the bed and me and no where to go. A grabbed two handfuls of hair and pulled them up to where I could palm the back of her head comfortably. "Where did you get this?" I asked, waving the letter."Boy brung it. Who's it from?"I showed her the signature, but she just shook her head.The letter read, as I recall, at about three oversized words per line, "You may remember me from Boston where I was known as Singleton and from New York where you graciously made me a widow again. I saw you on the street, going into this place, and since I know your real name, thought I might attempt to contact you. I believe I can be of help. I hope you can. First she licked it like an ice cream and then took it fully in her mouth then I got full mood and began to fuck her mouth after that I pushed her on the bed. I pulled her sari up and began to smell her sweet pussy covered with little hair. She had nice pink petals with bulged belly. I asked her to sit on my face. I drilled her pussy with my tongue. She began press her pussy on my mouth. I licked all her juices. I bit her pussy lips with my teeth. She moaned aloud with pain and pleasure. Slowly.