This is the best thing I’ve ever had happen; maybe I’ll send a copy of this video as a thank you to professor asshole.“Ok, stop” they stopped ...with sad faces just like a k** whom his toy was taken away. “Sit on the bed” they jumped, each had a finger on her pussy lips moving around so that their bodies won’t cool down.> > > deo to the computer and my online back up server. After I started the process, I picked up Lindsey’s t-shirt, folded it and wrapped it around Jenny’s eyes as a blindfold. I. Oh my goodness! The delights of her mouth are plenty. She tugs at my lips with her teeth, before thrusting her tongue inside to taste my cream. My hands grip the headboard as I grind my wet pussy against her lapping mouth. Her face will resemble a glazed donut by the time I am finished. My eye catches movement from the side and I glance over to see her yardman watching us through the window. His hand no longer steers the mower. His spunk hits the window about the same time my cream coats her. Yes it was painful. Yes it was traumatic. But Quanesha was right. The pain was only for a short time. And now she understood something of the pain that her racist ancestors had inflicted upon Black slaves. And she felt truly owned!! Only animals and slaves were branded!! She was a slave!!. She was property!! She belonged to Daddy!!. She felt so proud and her pussy started dripping.She briefly thought about her parents. She knew that they would be shocked about what she did yesterday and felt a. The day of Vicky’s last performance I left for Columbus. I had seen the show a number of times but mainly wanted to get there when it was over to be with her. When I arrived the show was nearing the end. I knew that Vicky would be wearing the bridal gown. I went back to the stage door and saw Vicky’s friend Lindsey. ‘What are you doing back here? They don’t allow spectators back here?’ ‘I just wanted to see Vicky for a second,’ I replied. ‘Oh God, don’t tell them I let you in,’ as she let me.