It does as it’s told. Without hesitation it gets coffee, sucks cock, eats pussy, licks-out Black assholes, leaves the room, kneels, and always wears... a conspicuous slave collar that says “Black Owned white pig.” If a white pig can’t do something instantly, it apologizes. The white pig surrenders the word “no.” The word “no” doesn’t exist for a surrendered white pig. A white pig surrenders pride except for pride in being stupefied naked Black Owned meat for Superior Black sexual uses. She felt her skin open and receptive to it, each little penetration an invitation to cum. The humiliation of being so opened up and of Kevins obvious laughing at her arousal was too much and she felt a small orgasm shake through her cunt. Kevin motioned and Davey pulled back. Did you just cum? he asked her. Kerries face went red and she turned her head away. Lets see if you just came, he repeated. He got up and stood in front of the chair, between her open legs, then reached for the panty-skirt. Like every other day I had left my bike in the office, but this particular afternoon my bike was nowhere to be seen and my helmet sat on my desk. ‘Hey Benno, where is my bike?’ Benno was at his desk typing something on his computer. ‘I don’t know mate.’ Benno didn’t seem to be all that worried that someone might have been into our office to steal stuff and I got the impression he knew exactly where my bike was. ‘Shit mate, I have really got to get going. I have to pick my friend up from the. I guess I would be the only one that knows, a secret. My ace in the hole. Maybe she would not get pregnant, maybe I heard her wrong. Her pussy looks so good, the lips are parted, I can see that it is wet. I can smell the sweet aroma. Her pussy hair is black, not too much and not too little. Perfect like the rest of her. I bet it would be great to put my dick deep in that pussy and explode! I really need a release. I know that is what Jim is doing, porking some drunk housewife. Maybe I can I can.