You talk to your flatmate Grace

Next morning you are sitting at the breakfast table, when your flatmate and her current boyfriend come to join you. Grace is just looking gorgeous, she has long black hair, generous breasts and a perfect ass. - She is not the most critical thinker, but eager to blend in and do what's right.

This Saturday morning, she and her boyfriend came quite late out of bed. - If the reason for that wouldn't be clear from the way the look - ruffled and blissful - it was clear from the sounds they made. (They try to be quiet, but you know, American houses...)

You gave them some coffee and we started to chat. Grace is also part of yesterday's class, so she asks about this.

"John, how are you feeling? I was shocked to learn about the discrimination your people got. I hope you don't feel to discriminated against."

This was obviously total bullshit, nobody discriminated me. But looking at her body, I just couldn't resist: "Well, I have been thinking about that, and to be honest, I do feel there is discrimination. Even in this flat. But we don't have to talk about it."

Her boyfriend (I think his name was Joe or Mike?) said "No, man, please let it out. Is it something I did?"

"OK, if you insist. Well, tbh, it's not directly you, it's more Grace" - Grace gasps - "You know, Grace, you always bring home white guys like Mike, and you really keep a distance from me as a foreigner."

"Oh. Is that really how you feel, John? But I do like you, what do I do wrong?"

"Well, for starters, you are cuddling towards Mike on the sofa, but you don't come over to the sofa on my side. That seems like discrimination to me."

She pales at the accusation, "No, I don't mind at all sitting with you", and moves to your side of the table sitting on the sofa besides you. She sits about 20cm apart from you, but one disapproving look and she moves closer so that your thighs are touching.

"And you really don't make a difference between as a member of an oppressed minority and Mike who is a WASP?" She shakes her head.

"So, surely, you wouldn't mind kissing me." She hesitatingly shakes her head, while you move in to kiss her on the lips. You hold her tight and move your hands down her spine. She hesitates, but lets you do it, she even engages somewhat.

You hold her and smile. "Maybe you are not so Germanophobic after all. Let's find out.", and you move your hands to her boobs. She tries to dissuade you laughingly, but you insist. "You surely don't want to discriminate against minorities, by not showing me your boobs?" She slowly shakes her head and you start unbuttoning her shirt. Nice to see that she didn't put on a bra yet so early in the morning. You touch her beautiful, mid-sized breasts, and kiss her nipples.

"Are you ok with that, Mike?" - "Actually, Joe, but yes, of course. Hey Grace, I am proud of you."

This encourages her somewhat and you continue to make out. You push her back and stroke her legs up to under her tiny skirt. You 'accidentally' touch her panties. And then you start removing them.

She was too surprised to stop you removing her panties, but then she starts to struggle. You look at Joe and showing your disappointment with Grace's behaviour. Joe answers "Don't be angry with her, John, it's a little fast for her. But there is a solution It'll all be fine, Grace" addressing both of you. He goes into Grace's room and comes back a few seconds later with handcuffs, covered in pink plush.

"You know", he tells you, "she really likes those", and you hold down the struggling Grace while he puts her hands in cuffs, and ties the cuffs to the head of the sofa. "All yours", he says when he takes a step back.

"Thanks". You sit on the sofa besides Grace and caress her boobs. You smile at her "hey, relax, you are doing great", and hitch her skirt up, touching her thighs on the outside. You kiss her boobs and push your hand to her bush. She still holds her legs tightly together. You stand up and start removing her panties. After a little bit of struggle - she didn't really fight strongly after you gave her a disapproving look, she lies on the sofa with an open shirt and her skirt hitched up. Her cleanly shaven pussy is clearly visible. She has her legs closed, and you are happily caressing her boobs. Soon she reduces her struggles and you put the head of your cock to her vagina.

You glide in nicely, as she is quite wet. - You don't know whether because of you or Joe, but you don't care. As you pound on, she gets more and more excited and joins in. There is a short hesitation on her side as she realizes you are going to cum in her, but you just plough on and fill her up.

After you have both have recovered, and you opened her handcuffs, she is talks to you, somewhat shyly, "Hey, John, about what just happened...", you get all tense about what she might say. "... I just hope, you can understand that I took a while to join in. I came so quickly. Please believe me that I am not discriminating against your people" - You think: "What bullshit, I just **** you. Which was fun, but wrong." and you say "Don't worry, Grace, that's fine. You'll make up for it next time.", and playfully touch her boobs.

After that you give her a certificate that she participated for today in the sexual reparations scheme.