Three men strapped her down so that makeup could be applied to her face. Those same men dragged her to the dining chamber and put her in a cage with a...gag in her mouth and tied her hands to a loop in the top of the cage. There she waited for hours – it felt like days – before someone came into the Hall. It was the Captain of the Guards. He explained to River that she was to be the Prince’s birthday gift before he left her alone again. River spent hours dreading the moment the celebration dinner. Abrams other hand now slipped up the back of my dress and deftly slipped the zipper down, like he had done that a million times before. I watched his face as his right hand expertly slipped my dress off my left shoulder exposing my breast, cool summer air swirled around my dark hard nipple as quickly his fingers tweaked and teased the nipple before his head dropped down and I could feel his wet soft tongue gently suck at my nipple.I was gone now no going back, one of my hands with my finger’s. Something about the dearth of mates of the same race for college-educated and gainfully employed Black women. I have seen so many clips about this issue on YouTube and on CNN. Why is Western society fixated on the love life of the Black woman? They don’t love us so why do they care? Granted, Black Enterprise’s article and the clips about Black women and their dating woes were primarily aimed at Black women living in the United States of America but as a Somali-Canadian woman, the issue. I quickly pulled down my jeans and panties, and Lynne did the same. We gazed at each other uncertainly for a few seconds before we quickly climbed back onto the bed again and this time we cuddled side by side, facing each other. Lynne quickly brought her leg up over mine so there I was now between her legs and we rubbed together as we kissed. Lynne had quite hard nipples and these rubbed against my tiny boobs, which felt really nice. I had played with my boobs myself sometimes and knew that it.