She smiled to herself, in her mind she pictured a rather innocent little mouse nibbling away at the cheese in a trap. She could hardly wait for the tr...p to spring. Johnny leaned forward until his lips touched her ear. He whispered, "Christie, you are so beautiful, you are driving me crazy, why don't you come back to my room and I'll bathe you by hand and give you a special massage."SNAP! Johnny never even felt the trap snap over his neck.Christie just rolled her head enough to put them mouth to. We split and I ask her for physical relationship, to which she agrees and tell me to plan it out. After two days we both bunk our centre and book the hotel room as Husband-Wife. She was wearing Salwar-Kamij, 3 inch high heel, blue nail polish (blue is my favorite), for the 10-15 minutes we just kiss each other, bite each other all over the body and then I started to undress her to which she ask to remove my clothes first, i removed except undies.Then I started to undress her and there I saw. He moans in pleasure.I love to stare back into his eyes as I orally massage the boy's hard on and Itighten my thighs on his neck slowly. As the pressure of my sexy powerful legsincrease on his helpless little neck, his eyes begin to bulge. I like totallystart verbally humiliating him while I stroke him faster with my hand andtighten my scissors, licking the very tip of his dick with my tongue. Hishands uselessly grope at my thighs as I crush him between my thighs.I stroke him faster and make. Still, I wondered if I would have the courage to actually submit sexually to a man of a different race. I wasn't sure I wanted to have sex with a Negro. Ed kept working on me. Ed said it was meant to be. He said he wanted me to enjoy the taboo of interracial sex. Of course I had heard the tales of black men being so much bigger, and therefore better sex partners than white men. Sayings like, "once you've tried black, you'll never go back." But, I never believed that. I figured that was just so.