Before this video, she only ever heard blacks say the word.Soon a couple hours went by. Her eyes were glazed, her pussy sore but satiated, and her mou...h dry from drooling all over herself and the expensive business suit that graced her body. It took a phone ringing to break her trance.“Hello? What do you mean where the hell am I? The meeting is not until four.”She looked at the time on the computer in horror. It was now 6pm. She spent three hours fingering herself to dirty, disgusting,. .! My dream queen is making me to masturbate with the help of herself..!!I started remembering the way I made her half naked; saw her milky thighs, soft hips and white panty. Everything splashed in a minute and my maamis touch to my wrist, my touch to my cock made me to reach my peak point. With lots of happiness I started ejaculating from the same position and sperm came out and started sprinkling over my penis, thighs and my hand. In that peak of happiness I slowly moaned without my knowledge. As we finished our lemonade, he got out of the tub, headed to the kitchen to refill our glasses. When he came back, he climbed into the tub, this time though, he sat down right next to me, his legs rubbing up against mine. As we talked some more, I felt him put his hand on my thigh. I sat there trying not to tense up, but my mine was whirling trying to sort out where all this may be leading. It wasn't long before his hand had worked it's way to my cock. I was trying desperately to relax and. "I believe the Captain is correct, madam," he replied. "We..." Oh, to you the Captain is always correct," she snapped. "You must wake up to the fact this hero Captain of yours is not some God. The military, the Soviet system, has sucked away any independent thought you might have had. Like Mischa, you just accept everything you've been told and look to some uniformed idiot with more stars on his shoulders to tell you what to do. Without a superior, you are nothing!" she cried, before breaking.