And I always got so jealous, wishing that my white step dad would do the same to me. I am just as feminine as my mom, and I always fantasized that I w...uld find a dominant white master just like my step dad.?3My master in prison was exactly like my step dad. He was older, in his 50s, he was big, around 6 feet 4, with thick muscular arms and a big hairy beer belly. I am only 5 feet 7. My mother is even shorter, like only 5 feet 2. I feel White men are so dominant and their dominance is so. I wonder at her, if she ever feels any jealousy at the others The Man is with. She softly runs her fingers over the welts on my back and our eyes meet. She looks at me with understanding, knowing the ordeal I must have gone through. She dries me and leads me out to the garden. What a wonderful sunny day. I am reminded of a day not unlike this one several years ago, the first time I met her. What an emotional day and the day I received the tiny gold lock that now is between my legs. I wonder if. She was small and light and seemed to float up onto my lap in just a minute or so, and her bikini clad ass was gliding over my crotch. My boner had no choice but to rise right up into her cleft and press against he pussy, yet she didn’t mention it at all. She just glided back and forth and my cock rubbed along her vulva and we ‘dry-fucked’ in the hot tub.Then she sat more weight on my legs and her arms came back and unclasped her bikini top, and she flung it on the deck. Then she went right to. Her hands were tightly clasped around the handle of the bag she carried, the knuckles white. They arrived home and the moment was lost as Brian busied himself with getting her settled comfortably in bed and transferring all the knick-knacks which had accumulated in the hospital for the past month into the house. ~~~~~ ‘Breakfast. Breakfast’s ready and here, Andy.’ The cheery voice filled the room as Brian manoeuvred himself and a carefully laden tray into the bedroom and to Andrea’s bedside..