The flow of memories was interrupted and Summer retreated a step. She changed her tone, begging the seller to take the dress back. Kevin just shook his head in response. The guy felt that he had chosen the right tone to communicate with this beautiful bl ***.

“Come here, I'll show you these damn spots!” He snapped, beckoning the woman with his finger.

He abruptly opened the low door inviting the brunette to go behind the counter. Summer backed away, her heart pounding, her stomach collapsed into her lower abdomen. On the forehead instantly stood out sweat. And then there was already itching between the legs that was usual for the last days. She was scared, wildly scary, but she, as if hypnotized, stepped behind the counter on the other side of the counter. Kevin stood up and the brunette shrank from horror. The guy was just huge, well above two meters. Now he no longer seemed like a slug. A checkered shirt cracked on a convex barrel chest. He took her hand. Her fingers were unpleasantly wet, but at the same time, Summer's narrow palm simply dissolved into a black paw.

Kevin felt the woman's fingers tremble nervously. He rudely pulled her to himself, so that the woman could not keep her feet and hit her face on his chest. He turned his face to the counter and poked his finger into the dress spread out on the window. On the belt of the skirt there were several dark small spots.

“I see spots,” Summer mumbled, wincing at the pain in her hand. But I still need to return this dress, it is vital for me.
- Why? - A huge Negro hung over her.
- My friend bought it for me. But the dress doesn't fit me at all. -
Your friend thinks we are idiots? He thought we would take back the spoiled thing?
- I do not know what to do. - Lost said Summer. I have to give this dress to Bill, I am forbidden to bring it home! I do not know what to do? She repeated, almost crying.
- Try to take it to dry cleaning. Perhaps there will remove these spots. But I would not count on it. Bill does not like when all sorts of dirty whores are trying to smack back used things. What did you mean by saying that you definitely need to give the dress to Bill and it is forbidden to bring it home?

Summer realized that she had involuntarily let out. I blurted out my secret to this ugly black guy.

- I meant that I just need to return it.
- You drive me by the nose of a whore. - evil hissed Kevin harder squeezing the fingers of a woman's palm. You are not original. I saw a lot of lustful slut same as you they brought things begging to take them back and come up with a variety of stupid stories. You can't even do it! I'm not going to help you. The dress is damaged and can not be returned! - he categorically stated.
- Maybe I will pay you money so that you take the dress back? - babbled Summer.
- Yes, you're crazy. Offer me something else, something more effective - he stretched his lips in a mocking grin.
- I do not understand what you mean? - Summer is on the alert.
- I could go on a forgery, risk taking it back, but in this case I need something else not money.
- HH-what do you mean? - Summer asked timidly risking raising her eyes on the guy.
- For starters, it would not be bad for you to call me Mr. Kevin. Well ... I would not mind looking at your charms, baby! - Negro laughed.
- It's outrageous! - in fake indignation exclaimed the brunette, trying to pull the hand out of the seller's tenacious grip.

She had already surrendered unconsciously knowing what would be required of her. Todd's upbringing sprung, Summer no longer perceived public exposure as something unacceptable.She was still trying to justify herself, comforted by the fact that she absolutely did not know this guy and would never see him again, but in the depths of her heart she realized that she wanted it.

“Then take this rag and get out of here.”

He began to push Summer to the exit with all of a kind showing that he was tired of arguing.

- Stand still. Stand still - screamed Summer panicked. What do you want? What can I do for you Mr. Kevin? - she recovered.

It was a complete victory. The guy saw in her eyes that now she will agree to everything.

- Think the bitch herself.
- Want me to show you my breasts? - barely heard said Summer.
- How should you contact me? Growled Kevin squeezing the woman hard by the shoulder.
“Would you like me to show you my chest, Mr. Kevin?” - outwardly quite calm voice said Summer.

Not a single muscle on her face flinched and the paint did not rush to her face. She was not ashamed rather disgusting, but at the same time the familiar languor slowly spread through the body.

Kevin pushed the brunette to the back of the counter away from the cash register. He sat back in his chair, turning to face the woman. She stood hesitantly shifting from foot to foot in the bright light of the lamps.

- Well ... show me your boobs. - broke the silence Kevin saw that she was getting nervous.

Summer grabbed the bottom of the sweater and pulled it up. She did not take her eyes off the seller’s part, recognizing that now she not only hates, but also fears colic. She was nervous thinking about the fact that he could hurt her, she did not want to feel the sensations that she had suffered last night right here in a small, very strange room adjoining the trading hall.

Raising her sweater to her throat, she helplessly dropped her arms along the body, looking into Kevin's eyes. The black man smiled, the black man was pleased. With the greed of a teenager who first saw a naked female body, he looked at the dark areoles of the brunette's nipples, which seemed to shrink from the extreme cold. There was a fire raging in the boy's stomach, but he held back as he could, not wanting to rush into stretching pleasure.

- Squeeze them. - he ordered.

As if in a trance, Summer with a stone face raised her hands clasping their warm elastic balls of the breasts lifted them upward, squeezing her fingers together, the flesh brought together strongly squeezed. She tried not to touch her nipples with her fingers for fear that it would make her lose control of the flesh instantly. Almost without blinking tightly clenched lips, the woman looked at the guy massaging the heavy areas of the breasts, feeling the anger gradually receding, giving way to disgust mixed with a strong intoxicating lustful burning in the stomach. She saw one of Kevin’s hands slipping down and slowly began to iron her pants in her groin. Summer's pupils began to expand when a negro began to show up a rapidly swelling elongated tuber on the protective color of the fabric along the left thigh.

Summer internally trembled when she felt the familiar hot moisture between her thighs. Kevin also shivered from the most perverted fantasies that were barely contained. For the first time in his hands was an obedient incredibly beautiful doll - a white bitch! With a sinking heart, the guy felt like a grease flowing from the head of a fully stiffened member covering the head with a sticky layer.

- I like piercing in your nipples. - swallowed said the seller. Do you have punctures anywhere else?
- Yes Mr. Kevin. - Summer responded inhibited.
- Where is another bitch piercing?

Summer squirmed sweetly at the curse and smiled faintly. The former Summer is dead. Consciousness, so that a woman would not lose her mind, brought another person to the forefront carefully hidden by the shackles of morality, upbringing, religion.

- I have one ear pierced and the lips of the vagina. - still slowed down, the woman responded.
- Vagina? Sluts have no vagina!
- Oh yeah! - Summer exhaled warmly slightly leaning forward. I have pierced pussy lips.
- What is the pussy white creature? I still do not understand where you have punctures? - Kevin exploded and Summer shuddered in surprise a little pale.

Summer barely lifted her foggy look from the place where something terrible and shamelessly sweet was twitching under the trousers. She hung her head trying to find the right answer.

- In my n *** Mr Kevin.
- What kind of?
- These are two gold-plated ring in the lips.

Leaning forward to all ...