It occurred to her that she had never prepared for any man in her life as much as she had for his guy who she met the day before, but she knew why. It...was all so forbidden; her parents had always looked at mixed-race couples with utter disdain; white women with black men were wanton sluts. That was just what she wanted to be: a totally wanton slut. Her anticipation of being submissive and on her knees, sucking his big black cock had her shivering. She grabbed the spa-supplied robe and walked. Political commentary in its heighest form. Kara walked over to her small altar and lit some frankincense for her Patron. She smiled at the little statue of the Goddess rising from the ocean on a conch shell, and recited Sappho’s Hymn to Aphrodite by heart. She lifted a flower she had placed on the altar bowl the night before, smelled it, letting her mind clear in preparation for the busy day, and then set it back. Kara walked into the kitchen and poured herself a glass of orange juice. Bailey. But it was a fantasy, something I never would have had the balls to do if you hadn’t gotten on board,’ she said matter-of-factly. ‘What are you talking about? You grew up, like, two feet from here.’ Gwen shrugged. ‘I wouldn’t have done it on my own. I think you would have, though,’ she added speculatively. ‘You would have been scared shitless, but I think you would have.’ I kept staring at her, my mouth open in shock. She giggled. ‘Like I said, you sell yourself short. Anyway, I know you made. " With that, Whitney kissed him hard on his mouth. Her tongue dove into his throat as if she were trying to steal his bubble gum. Charlotte watched the two make out in her rear view mirror, her own pussy getting very wet. She drove as quickly as the speed limit would allow. As she pulled into the drive the two in the back seat were already too far to throw the door open. Whitney had Cary's cock in her hand pumping it furiously as he had three fingers deep inside her pussy. Whitney had.