I wanted to taste her hard nipples.Her skirt was short and she didn’t appear to have any panty lines. I had wondered if she was even wearing any pa...ties. Of course, she was wearing my wife’s perfume, which drove me crazy. Angela was stunningly gorgeous.Did I mention her legs? She had long beautiful legs. She wore high heels and had the cutest ass wiggle you’d ever seen. She wore thigh highs with her short skirt. It was so cute to see the lace tops of her stockings showing. Looking at. Panic coursed through my veins like fire.“18, 17, 16…you better cum…” his voice trailed off into the distance.“Please give me time! I pleaded. I’m trying! I’m trying as hard as I can!” Fear welled up inside of me as the visions of potential punishments ran through my head.“3, 2…” Just as my emotions were about to overcome me, he sensed my desperation. Either that or he wanted to prolong my torture. I’m still not exactly sure which one.“It’s your lucky night. I’m feeling generous and have pity. Then he is in between my legs his finger pull apart my pussy lips and he moves his mouth in between. He then grips my hips firmly to keep me in places as his tongue moves a slow figure-eight over my clitoris. He picks up the pace and I am begging around the gag before taking my clitoris into his mouth and sucking on it hard. Then he begins to nibble it and the pain makes me scream-good thing he silenced me with my shirt. He releases my clitoris and moves to my pussy opening where he begins to. 8. Power! Being Black and in control involves Power. A Black’s Power oozes from His or her Persona. This Power is like an aphrodisiac to a white. But the Power is something the Black needs to feel and needs to experience or the Black feels repressed or downtrodden. There is nothing like this Power to provide confidence and security. To make the Black Person feel good and to have fun in life. What greater Power can One experience than to have a willing, loyal set of white slaves? Think about the.