Nice, he says, and he doesnt ask but simply reaches through the window and cups my breast in his large hand. I dont say anything and he fondles my tit... and lightly pinches my nipples. Im embarrassed when they stiffen between his fingers. You like that, huh? he asks. I dont answer but I dont protest either when he ducks his head through the window and clamps his mouth over my nipple. Its swollen and sensitive now and its hard to control my breathing. Ung, I sigh, biting down on my lower lip when. But then we look closer, and we see the differences. We see that there seems to be a few more women than men. A comprehensive census would reveal a ratio of seven to one. And we see that all of those women, and the handful of men, are in some way beautiful. That's not to say everyone is a statuesque Swedish model, but no one could be considered unattractive. And we see that everyone is wearing clothing that accentuates their bodies and flaunts what we would consider “private parts.” In this. Satisfied with what she saw she picked up the panties, fitted them over her sex, pulled her sissy clit back between her legs before tying the side ribbons together high on her hips. Finally she slipped into her nightie, and tied the ribbons to bring the sides together ensuring her breasts stood firm and proud. A last glance in the mirror, a smile on her lips and her head held high Nicole returned to the sitting room ready to serve her Mistress."Come here my beautiful Darling," beckoned Candy. I finally came back to the same door and the buzzing sound was a relief. The huge black again stared at me; his long arms crossing his chest.“Well, well, well, bitch… you have changed your mind??”"Please, help me. There is a black men gang coming this way…!" I exclaimed breathlessly.“You have a problem with niggers, baby… cause I’m one of them”."You missed the chance of showing me your nice boobs if you wanted to use my phone; now the price is different… I will fuck your round tight asshole.