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She said ‘Mamma’? She couldn’t be, her skin was so dark, and she was so unquestionably charmingly African! Surely the blonde woman wasn’t the little girl’s mother? Impossible thought Madeline, she was merely looking forward to seeing her mother.

The woman stopped the car in the driveway of a neat detached house and got out; Madeline did so too, walked around the front of the car and watched as the sexy blonde bent over, giving the nervous teen a first-class prospect of her big, round ass as she released the little girl from her safety-seat. Her tight black mini skirt displayed the form of her juicy, bubble bottom perfectly. There were bite marks on her milky white inner thigh.

Carrying the little black girl, she locked the car and summoned Madeline to follow her into the house. They went into the living room and sat down. The little girl said ‘haleeb' to the woman. Madeline wondered what the word meant.
The woman did not get up. She took off her top and, undoing her nursing bra, tendered her distended darkened nipple to the little girl who ran to her and speedily grabbed the substantial breast and, opening her mouth wide, accepted the nipple and more besides and began to suck on the woman eagerly.

Madeline surmised that the word the little girl said to the woman meant 'milk' or 'hungry'.

She must be a wet nurse, employed to feed his daughter. Perhaps his wife could not produce milk and he had seized on the opportunity to provide a lactating white woman to provide milk for his little girl. His dominion over and use of white women was truly far-reaching.

Madeline looked at the two of them; mature blonde wet nurse and black girl, astonished, the smiling woman had her hand on the girl’s head, holding her to her wet teat and the little black girl consumed her milk noisily and hungrily.
The shapely milk maiden stroked the girl’s head as she fed her and smiled at Madeline. ‘He’ll come for you soon. Relax.’

Madeline prayed the breastfeeding would end. She was thoroughly embarrassed, she knew breast-milk was good for babies but this girl looked to be perhaps two years old and she was feeding from a woman who wasn't her mother!

'You wouldn't believe the looks I get we're out in public, and when I'm feeding little Jameela it’s even worse. White men are such racist pigs.'

Goodness, she did this in public! Mr Dexter certainly had this woman under control; Madeline hoped he paid her well.

'Don't worry; he'll be back any minute. He is a busy man but he wants with you. My husband, Peter has gone for him in our car. Your new sultan is a meticulous man; when he takes a woman for himself he does it properly. He will be relaxing in the car without the distraction of driving. You are his principal objective now.’