He reached in and started rubbin' on my coochie and pokin' his finger in me. He played with Miz Clitty and I couldn't hardly keep standin'."'Oh, Massa...' I said, 'Is I yo' favorite nigga?' I even started using that slave talk the white massas like so much. But then it was the first time I'd ever done it out loud. I could tell he liked it."'Of course you are, Ruby,' he said. 'You're the best nigger a massa could have.'"It was just like my fantasy, except that we were in a one room walk up. We started chatting almost 2 months ago on another site that's more fetish oriented than xhamster. Still the same percentage of shy people hiding behind their avatars as here, but a bit more specialised.And we got chatting. A few messages back and forth. An exchange of email addresses. A bit of time on MSN. Eventually that exciting moment when we spoke on the phone. And then, once we'd looked at our diaries and consulted our horoscopes and had a bout of the flu or cold feet or whatever, we. "Don't touch," was my only correction as her hands naturally reached to caress her elongated nipples and her breasts filling again with fresh blood."Get dressed," I instructed, "but leave the bra and panties behind."This instruction drew a very quizzical look, but not a sound of protest. As she pulled her sundress over her head, I could see the hard nipples would be very visible through the thin material. The low-cut bodice was not going to hide our love marks on her cleavage.As she slipped on. "Okay."It seemed as though Sally had been holding her breath, hiding her own tension, burying her own worries. She collapsed against him, silently weeping and he could feel her hot tears on his neck and shoulder.Zoe, unable to wait any longer, rushed to the pair and dropped to her knees, her arms around both of them.'Is it okay now?' she sent softly.'It's good, sister.' Sally raised up and shifted her head to Zoe's shoulder, pulling her closer. Tears were still running down her cheeks, but her.