She obeys his summons

Madeline decided that she had to accept Mr Dexter’s summons and so she chose to dress in a manner she hoped would gratify him. The pretty blonde teen with the large breasts and shapely, full ass understood that her father's black boss had the power to decide whether or not to sack her daddy. Everything they had depended on Mr Dexter being happy with them.

She wore her white patterned lace blouse which was a very tight fit, showing off her juicy , voluptuous figure to broadcast her availability to the black man. She spent an age ensuring her long blonde hair was pleasing; she looked in her mirror spreading her hair over her left shoulder and she blew a kiss, ‘He MUST want me looking like this!’ The blouse almost fit her, it squeezed her and she gazed, half in embarrassment, half in delight at her bountiful breasts stretching the buttons and the thin white material. Her rigid, extended nipples signalled clearly her consent to copulation.

Her black pleated mini skirt was short enough to invite an examination of her stunning tanned legs and anyone audacious enough to analyse her negligible undies if she bent over or sat facing her with her legs appropriately spread would have seen all the prettiness between her legs, the thong barely covered her golden pubic hair and pussy and the thin piece of material snug tight between her bubble shaped ass cheeks hid nothing. If her bum were prized apart by a strong, black man’s hands her pink asshole would have been deliciously visible such was the slenderness of the white lace.

Her matching bra was powerless to contain her considerable, heavy breasts and her eager but oddly tender rosy nipples. She looked every inch the black man’s prey. She had prepared herself for him virtually unwittingly. It wasn’t an intellectual or rational decision to dress so seductively; it was a biological, innate urge to obtain him again that lead her to dress in such an exposed way.
Madeline’s stomach was still out of sorts, but she attributed it to nerves; he was such an assertive man she reckoned that she was simply apprehensive of his use of her-he was a big black man after all.

She sprayed perfume up her legs and on her breasts, shouted goodbye to her father before he had chance to see her provoking get-up, and escaped from the house. Her daddy wouldn’t understand, but she was doing this for him, to save his job and stop him from losing their house and their comfortable way of life, funded by his salary.

She hadn’t walked more than twenty yards before a car drew up alongside her. An attractive, curvaceous blonde woman in her mid-thirties beckoned Madeline to get in the passenger seat.

‘Madeline dear, come in, it’s quicker and less wearisome by car’.