. Bolne lagi ……. Niche jakar saya ki dori muh se khol di aur wo chaddi nahi pehnati thi jaise hi mene uski bur ko dekha meri aankh pat gayi kunki,...uski bur to char char bache paida ki hi aisa lagta nahi tha , unki bur gulabi thi,Phir mere andar saitan jaise aa gaya aur men uski bur ke upar kutte ki tarah tuta aur bur ko muh se saf kar ke katne laga bur mein se achchi achchi kusbu aa rahi thi. Mein uski bur 5 minutes tak muh se katne ke baad uske hotho ko phir se kiss karne laga.Aur apne land ko. Savoring every second.. every drop of pre-cummm to pass between my lips. I was beyond wanting him to fuck me. I needed him to. I needed to have him remind me of what men and women were made for. To bring me to the very brink of existence and let it all explode into a shimmering mishmash of lust and sweat. Now get on the bed and spread your legs for me. he said. Yes sir.. I purred as I climbed into my satiny bed and spread myself wide for him. I wanted him to look at me. I laid there brazenly. He is very tall and filled his jacket. Harry wondered if that was fat or muscle.The car was park in the driveway and it was empty. Harry moved to the side windows and looked inside. The view wasn't the best. His mother is talking to the minister but she was dressed like she was ready for church. She was in her best white dress with white pantyhose and white pumps with a three-inch heels. Harry couldn't understand that part. Why was she dressed up like that?Jane stood in front of the minister. It was a simple website, a single webpage really, outlining Mistress Emmanuelle's philosophy. It explained how, in so many instances, white subs claim they want to be enslaved to a Black woman, to be punished for their whiteness without comprehending how disrespectful and ignorant they are of what actual slaves had to endure. She claimed to have a 100-acre plantation that replicated the true slave experience and which had NOTHING to do with sexual subservience or fulfilling some sassy.