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Tasha and the Rich White Lady

Date: 10/22/2014, Categories: Interracial Sex, Lesbian Sex, Author: salodweller, Rating: 78, Source: xHamster

came back. "Excuse me dear." She said. Tasha was embarrassed. This time in front of all of her friends. "These heels are doing a number on my feet. Do you know where I can get a band-aid?" Tasha's friends giggled. "I'll get you a band-aid ma'am. Wait right here." And Tasha went off to the security office to get a band aid. Mrs. Watkins smiled at her in thanks and then went off. Tasha rolled her eyes at her friends. "Why are you doing stuff for that rich white lady?" One of them asked. "Can't she do stuff on her own?" "I know." Tasha answered, trying to seem reasonable. "But her f****y are big donors, huge donors. What else can I do?" Then an hour went by without any more trouble from Mrs. Watkins and Tasha had finally stopped thinking of her. She was having fun, although the rich woman occasionally crossed her sight line and reminded her that she was still at the party. Finally Tasha encountered her again in the ladies room. She entered and saw Mrs. Watkins washing her hands. Tasha took a deep breath, she knew she'd have to interact with her. "Oh hello!" Mrs. Watkins said. "You know I just wanted to thank you for being so nice to me. Whenever I come to these things my husband always goes and hobnobs with the other donors and leaves me without much to do." Tasha f***ed a smile at her. She supposed she felt a little bad for her. Maybe just a little. "Are you having fun?" Mrs. Watkins asked. "Sure" Tasha said, trying not to engage in a long conversation. "You know, could I ask ... you to do one more thing or me" Mrs. Watkins said "Just one more thing and then I promise I'll stop bothering you." Tasha knew it was coming. No way she'd get away without this bitch asking her to do something else. "Sure" Tasha tried to be friendly. "Whatever you like." "Oh good" Mrs. Watkins said, perking up. "Would you mind eating my cunt?" Tasha froze. She had no response. She could barely process what she was just asked. She couldn't have heard that right. "Wha…?" She couldn't even get out a full word. Mrs. Watkins smiled casually. "We'll go into that stall there, I'll pull up my dress, and you shove your tongue inside me." For the rest of her life, Tasha would never quite understand why she agreed to it. But she did. Maybe she thought saying no would jeopardize the library's money. Maybe somewhere deep in her subconscious she was attracted to Mrs. Watkins, though she'd never been with a woman before. But she did. She did agree to it, and before she could think twice, she was in the nearest bathroom stall, on her knees on the dirty floor, staring as Mrs. Watkins pulled up her dress to reveal her shaved pussy, and no panties to be seen anywhere. Tasha didn't know what to do. She did, but she didn't. She knew what a woman wanted. She knew what she wanted. But still, she wanted to do a good job. So, carefully, she leaned forward, touching her tongue to Mrs. Watkins' soft, wet, flesh. Mrs. Watkins let out a low, quiet, "mmmm" as Tasha's tongue slid between her pussy's lips. ...