Lagi mane dakha uski chut par ek bhi bal nahi tha chuchi nembu ka aakar ki the uska rang bhi itna kala nahi ha jitna phala lag raha tha uski ma boli k...asa mal ha mane kha 1class or ma bhi kapda utar kar shower ka nicha aa gaya mane ladki ko pakda to who ma ko dakna lage to uski ma us sa boli ki sahab ha tab mane uska hoto ko mouth ma la kar chusna laga uska hot chusna ma bhot anand aya uske ma bhi humara pas aa gayi or mara lund ko mouth ma la liya mara lund pura khada ho chuka tha mane ladki ka. 'Tell me about you,' she asked.As I told her about my ordinary life I began to finger comb her hair. Coarser than I was used to it was none the less soothing, to both of us. She asked why I'd never married. Usual story I replied, never met the right one. She asked if I'd been with many black women. She seemed surprised when I answered none. I shrugged what's the difference; a woman's a woman. It's like saying there's a difference between brunettes and blondes.Unbidden my fingers began to caress. Chloe`s bra swings open and her tits fall out, she puts up her hands to cover them, but the doc slaps her around the face and says "dont do that white slut,dont u want us black boys to look at your tits,say it bitch say please look at my tits" and Chloe says in a quiet shaky voice " please look at my tits". we all start laughing and Simon shouts " leave her alone" but the doc tells him if he makes any more noise he will cut his dick off. I go over to Chloe and look real close at her tits, they. It screamed but that was OK because they had long ago outfitted the house with sound proofing. Out of the corner of her eye Cynthia saw the other slave watching. Cynthia stopped and stared at the older thing peering from behind a corner, it tried to leave but Cynthia ordered it to stop. She ordered the little one to stay put and went to speak to other slave. She grabbed it by it's hair and dragged it to the back bedroom. Cynthia had a devious idea and after explaining to it what she wanted it.