From the moment of becoming Black Owned onward, it would be nothing more than a piece of naked white whore meat to sexually gratify and amuse Superior... Blacks. The white slave would have to experience that. No matter how it felt about its white destiny, its Black Owned fantasies would be fulfilled.its Black SuperiorsUnlike a white sub, a Black Owned white slave is an animal and a mindless piece-of-ass without any rights. its very existence is at the whim and desire of its Superior Black Owner. She had become red & was very shy to even meet my eyes.I let her make tea though it was just 3 in the afternoon. We had tea which was refreshing. All the while I just wore underwear to hide tent formed in anticipation. Chanda had to clean up the vessels and I had to hold on till then. As soon as she finished, I almost dragged her to bed. Without wasting time, I opened her maxi hooks & got rid of it.I saw her in bra and petticoat. I don’t know her size but she had real wonders on her chest. "Do youwant to pat me down? Junior, pat me down."Junior looked to the mayor for guidance. The mayor nodded, and Juniorwalked over to Alan and patted him down for weapons. Finding none, heturned back to the mayor, then thought twice and looked down at theABCs. "...Oh, for Pete's sake, Junior!!" Alan snapped."It's okay, Brother Galen," the mayor said. "Brother Alan would not armhis daughters."Alan noticed something shift in Junior: a twitch in his eye, a briefgrinding of his teeth. Junior. "Now clean it, you slut," George said to my mother.She quickly turned around and began to lick his cock clean. "Yeah, I knew you were a slut. I've seen you looking. That's right; clean it all up nice and good." When he had enough, he got dressed and left. I hid out of the way and watched my mom dress after he had left. She didn't clean her pussy up at all. She just put her bathing suit bottoms back on and her shorts over them. When she was done, she straightened her hair and tried to make it.