She had always wanted to be a white woman. She wanted to look like a white woman because she had been captured by the westernized version of beauty. I...n magazines, in shows, in movies, it was everywhere. All the models are white and beautiful, with large eyes, tall nose, full lips. Who would blame me if I want those things too, she said to herself. Looking up she saw as two women were taken from the cell. Not much longer, she thought.Wong carefully examined her host body again. This slave girl. Perhaps mother had been right, Anne was too slight to bear children.Though I had a girl-child, she was the love of my life. So precious and a pureness of innocence that I found myself spending as much time as possible around. I cared little for what my opponents within the Clan claim, that nothing matters but a man-child. Little Dora, my mothers mothers name, mattered.The tome I had been reading for the last three hours was giving me a headache. Written centuries ago, the ink almost blurry on. The redhead obviously liked what she saw because she dove in between her friend's legs and quickly slurped up the whitish lube. In a short time they were in a sixty-nine, lost in passion as they drove each other to orgasm. Sara almost ended up cuming right there in the hall. She hid when they finished and exited back to the dance hall. Sara entered the room, her own cunt a swamp, and smelled the musky scent the young teen's cunts had left in the air. She did groan out loud as she saw that. It was good to feel his reassuring fingers stroking my thigh towards the end of the film. Afterwards we went back to the waterfront pubs and had a couple of drinks to relax after our cinematic ordeal. I chose cider again, not realising that in this part of the country, it meant something much more potent than the pale fizzy drink I had grown up with. By ten o’clock I was tipsy again and enjoying the male company I was attracting. Mike by my side made me more confident still so I was feeling.