We talked about her fucking Ty and a black affair with other black men for her. "Honey! Would you mind if I had an affair?" Jennifer asked. "No! I d...on’t mind. I want that!" I replied. "I want to go out on dates. One of my boyfriends at work wants to date me. I want to date him," Jennifer pleaded. "That's OK with me!" "I want to go to clubs." "OK!" "I want to dance with black men." "I would love that." "I want to fuck black men on the dates," she added. "That would be great!" I said. . In and out, he started, methodical and focused. I had to fight to relax at first but then the motion wiped my mind clean. I bucked back against him, urging him to go deeper, faster.“You like it, Nikki. I knew you would.”Faster again, he was sweating, his hands were slippery on my rump and I felt droplets of his sweat falling on my back. Against his thighs, my skin snapped out the tempo of our filthy work. Pulses of messages my body did not understand rushed up from my bottom and bounced between. I did as I was told and as quickly as the task allowed I knocked on her door. The summons to enter was given and I opened the door, entered a few paces and curtsied. ‘You sent for me, Mistress Pickles.’ It was only then that I noticed another lady was with her, sitting on a delicate chair close to the large window. She was finely dressed, her black hair pinned elegantly, her hat a mere folly on top of it. She wore gloves and, I saw, shoes of the finest quality and with pearl buttons. Jenkins. She pushed me upwards. Again I kissed her belly button and pressed her boobs. She lost in it. Suddenly I removed my right hand from her left boob and started rubbing it on her pussy. She was not in control and couldn’t stop me. Slowly I pulled a thread that ties her pajama. removed her pajama and her underwear.kissed it a lot. Then she started pleading me.Soumya: “Please raa don’t do that.”Me: “I’m waiting for this since a long time, please don;t stop me.” I started licking her pussy. Super.