Even though her husband would kill her for even dreaming of a black man, she had to have this young man.Moving to her bedroom, she took off her clothe...s and studied herself in the large full length mirror. Her body was in great shape, regardless of her age. Her white breasts stood out proudly, round and firm. Small pink nipples capped them, nipples that always seemed to be hard. She pinched them lightly as her hands glided over her breasts."He'll love my titties," She thought. " But it'll be my. My daughter just denounced me because my wife was a slut. I let the damp towel fall from my limp fingers and swayed slightly in my chair. How could this be happening."Just because mommy likes black dicks doesn't mean you have to treat her like this! I know how she feels!" Jessica..." I gasped."I know how it feels to be held in the arms of a powerful black man." "Jessica!" I know how it feels," She continued, sensing my distress and enjoying it, "To feel his huge cock inside of me, tearing me in. I'll put the slave on." And Theresa tentatively reached for the secondring. She put it on, and concentrated. After a moment, she frowned."This one doesn't do anything either." She pulled at the ring she'd soeasily slipped on only to find that it wouldn't come off her finger."Bugger!" she swore. "It was loose!" Didn't he say the slave couldn't be removed if the master was beingworn?" I'll just go to the kitchen and get some butter."Anthony got a glint in his eye. "Okay, but make sure you. Our parents had only just come down, so I did my bit for young love (or lust) and kept them chatting for a bit. I told my Dad that I’d seen Matt, and he was going to be ready to go by 10 o’clock, which seemed to keep Dad happy. So I gathered my stuff together, and set off for the beach. Although it was possible to get to it round by the rocks where Matt and Sally had gone, I resisted the temptation to disturb them, and decided to go the long way round, by the cliff-top path.I walked along to.