By the time I had finished, Dacia had taken off the T-shirt that I had so painstakingly put on her just a few minutes earlier. I pushed my baby girl b...ck down on the bed and again attacked her breasts with my tongue, teeth and lips. I slowly kissed my way down Dacia’s body, trailing my tongue from one breast to the other, and then the beautiful valley in between before starting downward. I skipped kisses over her flat white stomach, and buried my face in her soft, downy fur, inhaling her. The other girls and women were smiling at her discomfort and she understood their amusement at seeing an "uppity white bitch" getting her humiliation in such a manner. In fact, she was not upset at the degradation because she pitied them all in a certain way because she could see they were all treated as inferiors by the guards and people in authority.Tiny patted her on her head for not making a big deal out of her mortifying treatment. In a way, Marcie was grateful to her because she did not. I see his thoughts before he speaks.“Christ, don’t you people have anything better to do?” he says in a disgusted tone. “This is some half-assed attempt at a practical joke, I suppose. Ha-ha.” He begins to rise from his seat.“You may think that if you wish,” I tell him comfortably. He turns toward the door. “But then you will never know from where came the fur of the cave bear, will you?”He stops his movement as soon as I speak the last, and turns quickly. “How did you—?” he begins. “I never—”. She agreed to this eagerly and proceeded to remove her jeans. I folded her jeans over my shoulder, and caressing her buttocks, went back out onto the pavement to recommence our walk home.We walked along, me caressing her butt, sometimes pushing my hand into the waistband of her pants to feel skin against my hand.I gradually rolled down the pant waistband, making it narrower all the time, until there was a tiny triangle of cotton almost covering her pubic hair (but not quite); the rest of the.