I had waited a very long time to experience this incredible sensation, and I was not about to rush it. Gently I ran my tongue around the edges of her ...arm pussy. I could smell her pheromones much stronger now, and I nearly went insane trying to take my time and not dive in like a mad man. That first taste was beyond description as I slowly plunged my tongue deep inside of her. She let out a moan of great pleasure, arched her back just slightly, and flexed the strong muscles of her thighs. She. He worried how the other children that Vasari has so callously created without his consent were thriving. He couldn’t claim them as the mother had all of the legal rights unless she abused the child.It was only very rich and powerful men that could control the destiny of their children, and they were few in number, from what he had learnt. Many used the facade of their wives, to control from behind the scenes. He remembered a quote from the old Earth files his people had, ‘That behind every. He told me that, now that I was a "black cock slut," I would never again be able to say no to a black man. In addition, he told me that black men can smell a black cock slut any time they're around, and that they use "code" to tell them they want to fuck. The "code" is something like "Can I help you?" or "Need a hand with that?" (This, of course, is something he made up, but I believed it, I was so spent, so receptive after a week of earth shaking orgasms.) Kris taught me how to respond to. They made an unexceptional couple for this district of Ecstasy. Al was wearing an expensive suit and Beatrice was resplendent in a wealth of silk and satin that was worn only by woman with means or those trying to attract the attention of men of such wealth.Beatrice would never return to the Tartan Retreat again. It had now become one of several haunts she would now avoid. This wasn't because she was frightened of meeting Al again, though if she did so it would indeed be a shock. She had.