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ass.”
    “Wrong,” he said. “That sounded like a white bitch giving an order. You are asking for a favor. Try again.”
    “Please feel my...my...ass.”
    “Wrong. Who am I?
    “Mr. Watts.”
    “Wrong.”
    “My Master.”
    “Now ask again and try to get it right.”
    “Please, Master, feel my ass.”
    “Are you wearing panties?”
    “No, Master.”
    “Is your cunt wet?”
    She frowned and bowed her head, “I...I...don’t know, Master.”
    He glanced over at Paul. “Your husband has a bulge in his pants. I think he’s got a stiff prick. I think this is getting him hot. What do you think?”
    “I...I...don’t know.” He slammed his hand down on the desk. She gasped. “I...I...mean, I don’t know, Master.”
    “Ask me again. Tell me you want me to. Tell me you want to feel my hand on your bare ass.”
    Her legs were shaking. “Please, Master, I....I....want to....to feel your hand on...on my bare ass.”
    She drew in her breath as his huge hand started at the back of her leg and slowly moved up. His hand was hot and sweaty. He cupped her ass cheek then slid his hand over so that his fingers were in her ass crack. She made a little sound, “Please don’t,” she whispered.
    He squeezed her ass cheek hard causing her to cry out. “You forget who this ass belongs to now,” he growled. “You signed a contract, remember. Who does this ass belong to?”
    Tears welled up in her eyes, “You,” she said. “I mean it...it belongs to you, Master.”
    “Then I can do what the fuck I want with it?”
    “Yes, Master. You can do what you want with it.”
    “How about you, Paul? Does your wife’s ass belong to me?”
    Paul’s eyes had been riveted on the huge black man’s fondling of Ann’s ass. His cock was obviously hard. “I...I....don’t......” he began.
    Watts moved his hand down so that his fingers trailed along Ann’s slit. “Paul you got to know that unless you learn real quick who black men and women are and who you are, things will get more painful for your wife than they need to be.
    “I’m sorry. Yes...yes Master, Ann’s ass belongs to you.”
    Watts looked up at her, “Your cunt feels wet to me. It isn’t sopping wet, but it’s wet enough. Maybe I’m making you hot?” It was a question.
    She felt her cheeks burning, “No....no.....it’s.....it’s just....”
    He pushed his middle finger up inside her. She gasped and reached out to the desk to steady herself. “You sayin you ain’t gettin hot?” he asked. He slid his finger in and out of her.
    “Yes,” she gasped, “yes.”
    “Yes what?”
    “Yes, Master, you....you’re making me aroused.....making me hot.”
    He looked across at Paul holding up his glistening finger, “The bitch is learning, Paul. She’s learning.” He held his finger up to her. “Clean it,” he said.
    She looked confused, “I don’t...” she turned to Paul, “There’s Kleenex in my bag.”
    Watts chuckled, “Clean it with your mouth, bitch. Suck it clean.”
    She started to shake her head. He grabbed her thigh with his other hand and squeezed hard. “I will,” she said, “yes.” She leaned down and took his finger into her mouth. She felt his long fingernail click against her teeth and tasted her secretions. When he withdrew his finger he pointed to her chair. Holding onto the desk she crossed back to it and sat down bowing her head.
    Watts let her gather herself for a few moments then leaned back in his chair smiling, “You like what I did? You like me feeling your ass and puttin my finger in your cunt? You like the taste of your pussy juice on my finger?”
    Not looking up she whispered, “Yes Master, I liked what you did.”
    “You know how many times what I just done to you was done by white men to the wives of black men?” She shook her head. “Hundreds of thousands of times. For two hundred years the black women in this country was owned by the white slave holders, thousands and thousands of black women. Think about that.