The words Three Hole Slut were to be tattooed high on Karen’s chest so they’d be visible even if Karen wore a regular tee shirt. Each character of...every word was made up of depictions of penises and vaginas forming the letters.The artist took almost as long admiring the work and positioning it perfectly as he did transferring the drawing to Karen’s skin. Karen was almost as astonished at the end result as she’d been when Tucker had wholeheartedly agreed with the design idea.To Karen, there was. The familiar guilt trip hit me when I thought about what I had just done, this one was overwhelming, this wasn't a fantasy, it was real life.He showed me to a small washroom at the back of the hut so I could clean myself up and get dressed. I took my time,it felt good to get back to some form of normality again. He made me a cup of tea and offered to give me a lift home which I accepted. As he drove he started to chat."You know, if I had a body like yours lad, I think I’d run around in the nude. . yeeees… oh yeeees... I am cummmming, don’t stop, Pleeeeease!”After enjoying and feeling her cuming, I fucked her one more time missionary style for about 15 minutes. Suddenly my body started to shake and I gave her another load of hot creamy cum that filled her fertile womb.“Yeeees baby ooohh yeeees spread those legs and squeeze my cock with your pussy, baby show me what you can do with that soft, wet and swollen pussy, oooh you are wonderful!”.We fucked for almost one hour, I was exhausted,. "I know the rules... but I need you to look me in the eyes. Why did you all but just start a war with the whites?"I exhaled a breath slowly as Stump drew his cock out to it's head, then slowly pushed back into me. It make it hard to concentrate. "Because I wanted them to see, master, needed them to see being black owned is MY choice. I wasn't forced into it. I only spread my legs for black men. I needed them to know that I believe in black supremacy."I pushed back against Stump, needing him to.