Which made me notice my mom and I sorta share thesame shape. Short. Thick. Big asses, especially for white people. 'Yougot your ass from her,' the...source of faggot thoughts in my head said.'Shake what your momma gave you.'Also started becoming conscious of men behind me. How could I not. Blackmen especially. That made me feel vulnerable and small. That madesomething stir in my clit, that's for sure. I was constantly looking formirrors to do pantyline checks. I wasn't sure if I wanted. As if she’d done this a hundred times, she knelt down as Dinah scooted forward and she began to lick her boss’ naked pussy. Like a small cock her clitoris began to grow and she was already juicing. Her secretary was prepared and without missing a lick opened the bottom desk drawer, removed a small towel and handed it to Dinah. Within about ten minutes, Dinah screamed as loud as the towel in her mouth would allow as she released the built up tension, her secretary sucking and lapping quickly to. Obiously I have missed that you weren't wearing any underwear and so I had a perfect sight on your sexy holes. I started to lick full of excitement enjoying your taste and not less the public humiliation. After a while licking you, totally getting lost in my rush of oral frenzy I felt something on my neck, realising after a few seconds that it was a hard cock a a pant, pushing against me. The sounds I heard told me that you was kissing that guy passionatly. I could feel that the mood was. "You must share the gift. For if you don't, your own breasts will grow bigger, until you are helpless. The power within you grows. You must share it before it overwhelms you." She produced a wad of clothing out of thin air, a garment spun of the same golden thread as her own clothing. She unfolded it - to reveal a beautiful bra.Don stared at it in horror. "I'm not wearing no damn bra!" he snarled. The goddess merely smiled, then the bra disappeared. And reappeared on Don! He grabbed at.