Miss Davies has a task demanded of her

Mr. Abbas pulled his fingers out of Miss Davies’ pussy and removed his hands from her knickers wiping them on her face. He moved away from her and told her to sit. She did as he asked, wiping her cheek with a tissue. He sat his desk and he knew she wanted black cock, his black cock. She sat in the chair gazing up at him in veneration knowing that she was defeated. He picked up his mobile phone and began to text. She spread her legs instinctively such was her innate craving to interest him to mate with her.

She knew that her attempt at protecting the white girls from the predatory black boys had failed. A small part of her was anxious for all those young white girls knowing not only were they now completely unprotected and ****, each one certain to fall prey to the ruthless and formidable Muslim black boys, she would now actually be used to groom them for Muslim use. She would help supply as many white girls as she could. Despite the small pangs of disquiet which remained in her, the thought of her calming and reassuring all those chaste white girls that theirs was a black, Muslim future caused her sweet pussy to become quite soaked and as for her nipples, they grew so stretched and taut that they caused her discomfort, the tenderness rubbing against her bra.

Mr. Abbas finished texting. ‘Now, Miss Davies, now that you have finally accepted that there should be no barrier to white females for us’, she nodded dutifully. His tone was firm and imposing, ‘there is something that you will for us. It occurred to me when I obtained access to your cunt just now.’