While she kissed me I felt her hands un-tucking my polo shirt and pulling it up over my chest. She stopped kissing me briefly and smiled as she moved ...er head back to pull the polo shirt off over my head. Her hands now moved to my chest where she toyed with the hair before dropping them across my stomach to the top of my jeans. In a moment she had undone the top button and was pulling the zip down. Tiffany was in need of some serious action and I was the lucky man about to deliver the goods.. . sorry, I'm still new at this."I raised an eyebrow at her. "You know, you don't have to do this."She nodded her head, and fixed me with a death glare consistent with the spunky Sarah ... not the slave Sarah."I want to do this MASTER", she said with some force."Alright ... take a look at the paper in front of you then."She glanced down at the sheet of paper. Her stance was much less submissive. In fact, she was standing quite confidently ... in contrast to the hunched posture she had when she. She ran her fingertips down the sides of the base, then up along the underneath. I shuddered, my knees buckling slightly, and grasped her tits slightly harder with my hands. After a couple more strokes, staring at my needy cock, she looked up at me. “You got me off earlier, so I wanted to return the favor.” With that, she started stroking me a little more firmly. There started to be a slight wet sound now as my cock began leaking precum. The feeling of her wet hand was amazing.I closed my eyes. I’ve always been very much into interracial sex involving black guys with white women, and we both enjoy watching IR porn (often together). We commonly play out a shared bit of fun that involves me going down on Emily whilst she watches films of hung black guys satisfying white women on her iPad, so that whilst I’m performing cunnilingus on her pussy she’s telling me how much she loves black men having sex with her. (This drives me wild as I know just how many black cocks have been inside her.