”Marci realized that she was thirsty and quickly drank the drugged water. She started to calm down. “Kimberly, where are we? Where are our clothes... Who is this girl?”Kimberly replied, “I don’t use that racist white girl name anymore. My new name is Corecia. My friend is called Quanesha. We’re at Daddy’s place and we only wear clothes when we go out to pay our reparations to Black Daddy’s.”“Why would your daddy have naked girls at his place? I don’t understand.”“I’m not talking about my racist. Baby, you know I cannot resist you. By the way, do you want some breakfast, or shall I continue eating you.”I giggled, blushed and suggested, “Daddy, I want some tub steak for breakfast, but only after you eat me of course.”You returned you attention to eating my cunt, and I began rolling, pinching, sucking and biting my swollen nipples. You know that I love doing that, and know it drives daddy crazy. Playing with my tits makes my clit throb more, and I cum so damn hard.I saw him look up and. A lot of what he was saying seemed pretty farfetched to her. During the 1960s through 1980s there had been a trend of blaming America for the world’s problems. In her timeline, that trend had started to re-emerge in the 2040s.Jack interrupted her thoughts when he said, “It was a one way street. Americans had to accommodate other cultures, but the other cultures didn’t have to accommodate to the American culture. The argument was that the American culture was so strong that it automatically. Finally he could hold back no longer and she knew it was comings that gush of hot cum destined to explode deep inside her. She gasped, locking her legs tightly around him as bursts of cum cascaded into every cavity of her throbbing cunt. They remained tightly embraced for several minutes as his balls were drained and then just fell off, totally exhausted. Whether they slept could be debated but finally she stirred. “Fancy a shower”, she said. “I’m a lather of sweat and so are you”. A suggestion.