When the rain of strokes seemed to finally end I breathed a sigh of releif, but it was not for long. I felt my master’s hands lifting my back just e...ough to undo my bra, then yanking it and the crop-top up exposing my chest.The flogger made its way up my torso, giving light strokes to my belly and then finally focusing on my bare breasts, making me squirm in a vain attempt to escape the never-ending torment. Only when my breasts seemed to be as colored as the rest of the front of my body did he. We sit, chat, and watched a movie. I ordered a pizza. For some strange reason I wasn't horny. Weird, she asked a question: Have you ever been with a White women? It's been over 10yrs. She asked why? I said, "It's a list of reasons. I wasn't their type, bad timing, racism, and society." "Well I have never been with a black man." She said. "Why me." She replied, "You were handsome, held a good convo, and I told myself why not."We talked, then kissed, and then the horny kicked in. She started. My whole figure was bending in utmost elation and I responded very positively to his actions and kissed him back embracing him tightly.Me: Aaaaah…. Um….. Oohh!He returned me with an even deeper kiss and this time he freed my arms, which were held above my head and moved his hands down over my firm breasts and stared massaging my flesh gently. I was gasping for breath and immediately held his body with my arms also was so excited that I hugged his body with my arms.Relieved and was trembling in. He was enjoying it as well as she was. He rubbed up her thighs and spread her legs as he did. she helped him and spread them even wider. He said let me know if you want me to stop, as I do not want to make you uncomfortable. she said keep going . He obliged her and with his thumbs he was rubbing well into her personal space. she was murmuring how good it felt as he kept moving his firm grip down and up her upper thighs and he got his thumbs closer and closer to her pussy.She was now dripping.