Reparations!

Bria Jeurgen glanced over at the black man, curious but suspicious. "What kind of game?"

"It's called Reparations," Julius told her smoothly.

"Reparations?" The teen was puzzled. "What's that?"

"It's educational," he said with a smile. "And learning can be fun!" He gently pulled the blonde closer. "Sit on my lap and I'll tell you about it."

Bria hesitated, unsure if she could trust him, before relenting. The busty blonde lifted herself off of the bench seat of the hottub and carefully moved around in front of Julius, careful to avoid where she suspected his thick black snake lay in wait. Her blue eyes watched him warily as she turned sideways and pressed her hip against his knee and then over it. Julius had his legs spread wide, so the innocent teen tried to perch unsteadily on one of his knees, but as she did she found herself now much higher, so that the water reached only to her waist. Her large firm breasts were exposed to the evening air, and the cool Minnesota breeze had her nipples erect in no time, while his knee mashed against her moist warm pussy.

"You see, white people like you built America into what it is today by enslaving black people like me, building wealth out of **** labor and prestige out of humiliation," Julius explained as Bria shivered, warming her hands in the water and cupping them under the breasts hanging just in front of his face. "So reparations means justice, balancing the scales to lower someone like you for someone like me."

"But my family didn't own your family," Bria pointed out. "The Jeurgens moved here from Germany after the war."

"Being a Nazi's granddaughter isn't really an improvement," Julius laughed. "It's probably worse." He smirked as the blonde girl teetered on her precarious perch before taking hold of her hand and guiding it under the water. "Here, hold on to this," he instructed, pressing her palm against something hard and sturdy that she didn't immediately recognize as his erect penis.

"Reparations are also due for racism, too," Julius continued. "The segregation, lynchings, the whole social apparatus that says a little blonde girl like you is worth more than a black man like me. There's some people out there who would be horrified at the idea of you and me, naked in a hot tub, you holding my big black cock in your little white hands."

"Cock?" Bria gasped, but she could not pull away as he held her hands tight against it, sliding them up and down the rigid shaft. This pulled the teen into him slightly, and as she bent at the waist her breasts dangled in front of him, her blue eyes locked on his dark eyes.