‘What?’ she asked a little confused by his actions. ‘Nothing,’ he said in his most charming voice, ‘Just admiring your beauty that’s all.�...�� ‘Yeah, you and half the world.’ She said jokingly. ‘No,’ Brett explained shaking his head, ‘I’m serious, and I’m not just talking about physically or even the sound of your voice. Those are just perks in my opinion. To me your real beauty is here.’ He said pointing to her heart. ‘I feel so privileged that I get to see that every time I’m with you. Even when. He smiled. I started flogging his back, his legs, his ass, his arms, and I was racially insulting him again while my nigger slave was screaming. Then I stopped, and spanked his nigger ass for a while.You've been fucked before - I said out of the blue.It's true, sir -.When was your first time, nigger? -When I was younger, master. I was in Africa, and I was raped by my uncle four times -.I couldn't be outdone. I commanded the slave to tell me in great detail his first time, then I pushed my dick. When I had done so he pulled me to my feet and spun meround. So as I was facing the desk and he was behind me.I felt his mouth nuzzle against my neck and his hands moved to my front,one of them fondling my breasts, as the other encroached inside thefront of my panties."I want your cunt and I want it now sweetheart."I was pushed face down over the desk and he tapped my ankles with hisfoot."Open your legs princess, give me your sweet little honey-pot."As I did so I felt his hands on my ass. "Fret not about my presumptions, Mr. Johnson," she confessed. "But I must speak of the things that are to the forefront of my mind. I ask only that you consider my request in the spirit it is meant." Mrs. Hoopenlicker saw the first flush of desire flicker in his eyes. "And if I may be so bold, perhaps a little persuasion may assist in your decision," she offered as she got to her feet and pulled out a wooden stool from under the table. Facing away from him, she placed it in front of the fire as.