So Carmen wasn't the biggest party a****l in the world (it's before midday and she's in the library for crying out loud!) but uni's uni and it'd be ru...de not to get involved in the life style. But now with the end in sight pangs of guilt whispered to her that maybe she shouldn't have missed so many lectures due to waking up with a stinking hang over or another bloke who she'd have to make a point of avoiding on campus for the rest of the term...She looked at the book on top of the pile. Starred. Especially if it's wielded by a mean White woman like myself.Like many members of the Interracial Femdom Enthusiasts Club, I was once afflicted with Jungle Fever. I was that White chick who chased Black men like her life depended on it. I would meet them in clubs and take them home for a night of fun. How I loved Black men's bodies and uniqueness. And their amazing manliness. I loved the way Black guys smelled and tasted. And I couldn't get enough of Black dick. I loved to suck it and ride it.. "Yes" answered the loyal Beatrice, "He had been asked to lend the bogus priests a cut throat razor. Mrs Jenkinson was going to shave you, when it came for the time to sacrifice you - I mean your pubic hair of course, not that on your sweet head." I'd an idea that might have been what she had in mind, the cow! Well, lets go and take a look at the bitch. I bet she's feeling the heat by now, although it's not quite as warm all of a sudden. I think tomorrow will be another kind of day. ” Sigh. “Love me forever.”“Yes, little girl,” I answered. “Forever.”“Perfect,” she purred, laying her cheek on my chest, curling like a kitten.I stroked her hair. She’s right. Fetish. Her continued purrs told me she was good with it.“I like being adored,” she sighed softly.“Then you can tell, huh? That I adore you?”“I adore you too, you know, sir...”“I like you exactly where you are.”“That’s good. I don’t know if I can move.” She wiggled slowly like she was nesting atop me. “I’m dripping,.