He was sucking my clit now. I began scratching the desk. He was sucking it and flicking it, one after the other. I could feel how cool his tongue was ...ecause of the gum. All of my reactions were happening without my control. I felt like I was having a seizure. My eyes rolled back, different parts of my body were moving, my back was arched. It felt soo good. He then stuck his finger in me again. After a while something was wrong. While everything felt good, I felt I had to pee. I didn’t want to. “But there aren’t any slaves anymore”“You know that white racists owned Blacks for centuries. They captured them in Africa, brought them over in filthy slave ships, whipped them, branded them, raped their daughters, sold them!! The only way that we white sluts can truly make reparations to the Black race is to become the property of a Black man. Isn’t it only fair? Since whites owned Blacks for centuries, isn’t it only fair that Blacks own white sluts like us?”That last part made sense to. “Christine's going to notice how small it is, isn’t she? She'll sit there looking at it – at how narrow and short the tube is – and she's going to know that in order to fit inside it, your cock would really have to be so very small.” Mandy giggled. “But I’m sure you don’t mind if my big sister works out that you have a tiny little cock, do you?”I had rapidly descended into subspace, and words not totally my own came tumbling out. “No, I don’t mind! I want her to know!”Mandy giggled again. “Oh,. I surrendered their bareness unto his open hands. He cupped their already congealed fleshiness and started squeezing them as one kneading aatta to make roti. My nipples became painfully erect and were getting mangled under his palms. Leaving my lips he took my breasts in his mouth and started sucking them and their nipples one by one. He was at them for quite sometime that it only increased my passions, evaporating my patience. I myself downed his pants, inserted my hand into his brief and.