He watched BET, he listened to Black talk radio, and he rented every Black movie ever made so he could claim expertise on Blackness. In his submissio..., he would get off on the idea of black women using him, making fun of his small appendage, slapping him around, maybe even fucking him with a strapon and going home to his white world where he never interacted with another Black person. His sexuality was compartmentalized. For a few hours a month, if he was lucky, a few hours a week, he could. Sweet rim, he had me throbbing too. My ass was warm. Once in a while he'd work down to my ball sack and take on into his mouth. I think I was moaning, but it's all a little fuzzy. I'm sure that I was moaning…They had me on my knees. On a cream colored carpet. In their apartment. The windows were open and I could hear traffic on the street. At least when their moans were soft. I felt his cock against my ass and he pushed gently. I relaxed to invite him home. My spine tingled as he gently slid. Just remember, you are now a slave andare the lowest form of life. Any of my sisters can do anything theywant with you and you will smile and do what they want to the best ofyour ability. Otherwise, your life will be full of beatings and pain.Do you understand me?"Holly nodded her head yes. Diana slapped her face."When you answer to your betters, you will always smile and say yesMistress."Holly smiled as broad as she could and said, "I'm sorry, Mistress. I dounderstand you."Diana smiled. This. She stood up, finishing pulling on her underwear. She said she was so tempted and would, but it was so wrong being I was married and she a boyfriend. I told her she was right but what if she changed her mind. She asked if I was cool with it and said she was sorry she didn’t make me cum. I was disappointed but cool and knew she was right. I spent most of my Sunday sorting out the bedroom and had cleared enough boxes to build up our double bed and got the wardrobe in there too. The dining table.