With a loud yelp from my mother’s throat, the material also instantly gave way.I mercilessly and roughly scrubbed her body. There was not an ounce o...f humility being given to her.When I finished with her backside, I spun her around and grabbed her by the throat. It was now that I saw the intensity of her eyes. While watching them, I continued to soap her body. The soap cascaded over her breasts, down her abdomen and between her thighs. Once she felt the soap roughly scrubbing her pussy, her. She was shocked. And actually she had an urgency to pee and could not tell me she rushed to the washroom and came back. She thanked me again and said that I was a person who can really read mind, body language.While going back towards home she offered me a cup of coffee at her place and I agreed as I was getting impressed by her and wanted to spend more time with her. We entered the house and she locked the door and excused herself and went to her room to change. I was sitting in drawing room. Even so, for politically correct, boring stuff I recommend you read the Government Gazette — of any country of your choice!Here are a few terms used in the following stories, which should be understood before reading: Kaffer, Kaffir — Nigger (derived from the Arabic kaffirah, giavr, i.e. unbeliever); Boer — Farmer (the name the early settlers of Dutch origin gave themselves); Baas — Boss (formerly the »correct« term of address for Blacks when speaking to white men); Tsotsi — Small-time black. I looked out of my window and saw Sally standing there. I left her there for a little while, so the neighbours and passers by could see what she was wearing. She looked like a slut, a slut that I was going to have lots of fun with.I opened the door and let her in. She was wearing a white boob tube that just held her big tits in. A short pleated skirt that just covered her tight ass. To set it of she was wearing 4" white heels. I grabbed the front of her skirt and pulled it up. She was not.