Was he serious? Did he actually expect me to wear this shirt without a bra? If I did there would be absolutely nothing left to the imagination. If I w...sn't wearing a bra with this shirt I may as well be topless. I guess that is what he wanted. Something about it was both repulsive and interesting. I could feel his eyes lingering on my body. “Take off the bra.” He commanded.“Yes Sensei.” I said. A simple command. I shouldn't do it but the thought of giving into that command was sending waves of. I could barely take him all the way down until I started to feel my gag reflex kicking in. He moaned quietly, and ran his fingers through my hair. I started really getting into it, trying to do to his cock what I'd want done to mine. I'd suck it into my mouth and then squeeze it with my tongue and lips as I went back up. I went faster and faster and so did his breathing until finally his dick shot several squirts into my mouth. He did all he could to stay quiet while he came. His cum tasted so. "But, mom, you were letting a nigger fuck you," he said. "I saw you fucking a nigger and you were liking it too. Why, mom? Why are you fucking a nigger?" I explained to him that I was a highly sexed woman with sexual desires that his daddy could no longer fill. I also told him that it was the first time for me to fuck outside my husband, but that I was glad I did because I really enjoyed it, even if was a black man. I explained to him that a woman has needs too and wants to be pleased as much. All this time she has been stroking his cock and it is feeling so hard in her hand. She leans over the bath and picks up Flower (which was hidden under the towel). She tells SJ to trust her and relax as she brings the tip of Flower up to his hole. Ever so gently she presses Flower against his sphincter, at the same time telling him to relax. Her previous tonguing of his hole has him wet and slippery enough, so that Flower slowly disappears into his butt. How is that, she asks. SJ moans back to.