She also added a few hair clips on each side to hold it in place. "Well that will suffice until we can have all of the proper tools to fix your hair,"...she said. She removed the plastic and had me walk to the mirror to have a look. It felt odd walking in heels with two sanitary napkins between my legs and I told Karen so. "Now you know what we women go through for three or four days a month." I got to the mirror and looked at the creature staring back at me. Karen had made me look like a regular. She started humming on his dick, sending vibrations up his spine and talking dirty. She was proving herself to be a filthy nasty slut desperate for cum and abuse from any black man that would fuck her senseless. “You like my mouth on your hard cock? Treat me like a filthy white whore; it makes me feel good when you say nasty things to me. Treat me like a dirty white slut. Use me. Use me with your superior black cock.” He grabbed her head one last time and started moving it up and down on. I admire what I can see of the rest of her body, her breasts look small maybe an A or B cup and a flat stomach, my eyes move down and take in her long legs clad in tight blue skinny jeans. Without me even asking she stands up and slowly turns around so I can get a good look at her perfect little ass, she turns back to face me when I finish trailing my eyes over the back of her body.“Get undressed.” I order her and watch her eyes widen in shock and maybe a little fear, she hesitates for a. The air seemedclearer, the scent of the ocean on the wind and the smell of freshly cutgrass reached us as we got closer to the house. Mom turned into thedriveway and went up the long strip of pavement. The house sat well offthe road, a red brick edifice covered in ivy, the white of the trimshining in the sunlight. The old house smelled stale, and had a thin coat of dust everywhere."Let's open some windows and air this place out Michelle." We uncoveredthe furniture, and then mom took me on a.