She gets in!

The woman thought Madeline the sweetest and appetizing girl she had ever seen. He would engulf her! Madeline was an adorable, gentle, innocent beauty with the succulent, fuckable body of a porn star. She would be no match for him.
Madeline looked in the car at her, uncertain. However, the woman knew her name and evidently understood where she was heading to. She smiled at the woman tentatively-‘Hello?’

‘Hi, your daddy’s boss sent me to give you a lift. Pop in. ’

Madeline opened the door of the car and got in, giving the woman a liberal view of her inviting cleavage and lovely enticing legs. A pretty little black girl sat in the back of the car in a child seat, she was about two years old. Madeline smiled at her and the toddler waved back and then returned her interest to the board book she was looking at.

‘Hi, thanks for the lift.’ Madeline didn’t know what else to say. She was mortified that someone else knew; Madeline understood that losing her virginity to him was wrong and what she was doing now was worse. She was offering herself to him like a common slut or whore. It was for a noble reason, she was sacrificing herself for her poor daddy; if she satiated the black man’s hunger, if she performed for him then her daddy’s job would be safe and he could stop worrying.

‘It’s okay honey, you look delectable, and we can’t have any young African buck mounting you before he does can we?’

He already has, Madeline thought and stared out if the window; being described as the target for black guys was lubricating her pussy and she longed for his thick, black cock to fill it. She squirmed with shame; the woman clearly knew that Madeline was on heat. Who was this mysterious woman? She was good-looking and similar to Madeline in some ways; blonde, buxom and blue eyed, she was heavier and clearly older though.

The fertilized egg was now safely burrowed into the lush lining of Madeline’s uterus, continuing its amazing growth and transformation. Her baby already had the important 46 chromosomes, half from her and half from the father, Mr Dexter. The chromosomes contained the genetic material which determined her baby’s sex, race, hair colour, features, skin colour, height, eye colour, and personality traits.

Madeline was ignorant of the life developing within her, but her body compliantly provided the baby with all its needs. The food that she ate and the milk and fruit juice that she drank was not just for her nourishment, but for her baby’s also.

Was she the child’s nanny? Mr Dexter palpably was a black man who relished his authority over white people and employing a white woman to serve in tending to his young daughter would clearly appeal to him. Madeline had studied history enough to be aware of pampered white children waited on by black maids and nannies during the slavery era and beyond and so she could imagine his gratification in such reparation.

She could be a personal assistant or secretary who he expected to perform ‘additional’ duties for him, she was white and attractive after all, and they could include child care or picking up his latest white girl-Madeline closed her eyes and accepted that she was his latest white girl. She couldn’t resist his summoning but she knew she was merely another simple, easy white girl to use and fuck. She resigned herself to whatever he wanted.

The little girl clapped her hands and shouted ‘Home mamma!’