Was that I always had to show my hard on. She always said we should be proud of our body's. I also think she just likes to see when she turns me on....Kim and Taylor both turned to my mistress. “Well we believe you now. What do you have him do?” Kim asked “It really depends on what I want. We do have some limits to keep in mind. I can have him jerk off for us.”Kim and Taylor looked at each other then nodded yes. My mistress looked at me.“I want you to jerk off. Remember you can't cum till. If another girl, or woman, walks past, andsmiles, smile back. If a guy does, ignore them, unless you're looking toget picked up."I was beginning to relax a little. Even though I was thinking aboutKate's last statement. There was no way I want to get picked up. Thegirls were making this a fun thing, and we were having fun windowshopping. We looked at a lot of nice things. The only problem that Wendyand I had was trying to keep Kate out of the shoe stores. But, it madefor a lot of fun. And, we. When the tips of her fingers brushed his member he gasped as though struck. “Well well...i thought you hated me, cassiline?” He fought to control his breath as her fingers continued to stroke him teasingly. “It's...It's just an animal reaction, I swear.” he whispered. Distantly, his mind told him to move, but it felt as though he was frozen in place, his whole body pivoting on that one delicious point of contact. “Drop the knife, there's a good boy.” “Fuck you.” he panted, but even as he said. Humbly, I watched as my coffee finished brewing and filled my cup. It was truly degrading to know that this young black stud had so many white women serving at his feet, in many cases literally.It was curious to me that all these white women, and all the white wives from our condo building, could not see his brashness and arrogance the same way us white men did."Can't they see how horrible he is?" I asked myself.They had to see how he used all these beautiful white women "friends" of his. They.