For the first time she was happy. Happy to be a black cock slut. She did not care if the world knew it as long as she kept getting that black dick.She...walked back into the living room, where Master D focused the camera directly into her ass. “She this nice tight white ass before the nigger destruction. You ready girl?”Emma nodded with a nervous smile and got on all fours on the couch. She used her small hands to spread her ass cheeks as wide as she could. The first black man grabbed the lube. My cock sprung to attention at the erotic sight and at that moment she opened her eyes, but carried on fiddling her delectable pussy. “Hi” She sighed. “You,ve Got me dead to rights! I,m as Horny as that Bull in the next field!” “Need some help there?” was all I could think of in response. “I sure can! Name,s Debbie by the way! Debbie Fletcher! Please excuse the fact I,m in my birthday suit?” “Don,t apologise as I love ladies in Birthday suits!” I told her. “In that case why don,t you show me. She still felt a pang of guilt about Sam so she decided to tell her mother the whole story, now that she knew there wouldn't be any hell to pay.She explained how she got carried away by the intensity of the orgasm Sam's tongue had caused her and how the final coupling was an honest misadventure, to say the least. (Secretly, Cilla had planned to have Sam SHOW her mother the same trick, but Cilla still didn't know her parents as well as she thought she did!)When she reached the part about sitting. She unbuttoned and lowered the zipper and slipped them of his hips. He backed up slightly and kicked his shoes and socks off and slide his jeans off his legs. There he stood in boxer briefs at full attention. She wanted to grab his manhood and suck the life outta him, but he had other things in mind. He laid her gently back on the king sized pillow top mattress. Kissing her all down her body. Tracing her tanned, smooth legs with his hands as they kissed. He touched her in her warm, wet,shaved,.