Bria visits a disabled fan

A few minutes later, Bria Jeurgen had donned her "Miss Teen Minnesota" sash and followed one of the men into a nearby tenement building. The beauty queen wrinkled her nose at the pungent smell in the old flophouse as the guide led her up the stairwell and explained who she was visiting.

"He's an immigrant called Massa with severe developmental disabilities," he explained to the teen. "He's a real sweetheart, with a heart of gold, and will be thrilled to meet you."

"Meeting my fans is my favourite part of wearing the crown," Bria told him as they reached the fourth floor and proceeded down the hallway. "Especially the retarded ones. So he likes beauty pageants then?"

"He likes pretty white girls," he clarified with a sly smile, gesturing to a couple of men waiting for them with hand-held cameras. "These are some local media guys here to document the meeting."

"Oh, that's great!" Bria chirped, self-consciously smiling at the cameras as she smoothed her sash against her thin, sleeveless dress. "Are you guys from TV?"

"Uh, online service," one of them clarified, filming the pretty blonde. "You're 18, right?"

"Uh huh," Bria replied, a look of bewilderment crossing her face as the guide opened the apartment door and directed her inside. There she was greeted by a black man who looked to be many years older than Bria. He had a rugged, scarred face and an afro, and stood at least a foot taller and looked to weigh about twice what the beauty queen did. He approached her and hugged her tightly, pressing her face and chest against his sweat-stained shooter shirt while what felt like a third arm concealed in his sweatpants nestled against her waist.

"Oh, uh, hi, Massa!" Bria gasped, turning her face to the side. "I'm Miss Teen Minnesota! Your friend told me you wanted to meet me!"

"Yes, I want you!" he told the blonde in a thick accent as he clutched her tightly. "You call me massa?"

"Of course!" she said, wincing as she felt the meaty tube twitch and stiffen. "Uh, how about we have a seat?" she suggested, gently trying to push away.

"For pretty girl, we sit!" he told her, but her relief was fleeting. Massa turned and dropped backwards into a nearby recliner while still holding fast to Bria, so that the hapless beauty tumbled after him headfirst into his lap. Her dress flipped up behind her, revealing the thin thong panties covering her vulva. The cameramen shook their head at their good fortune, zooming in on the unexpected display. As the girl struggled to right herself, she found a grip on something thick and hard before realizing she had grasped Massa's thick erection through his pants.

"Oh!" she yelped, her blue eyes looking up at him as she extricated her face from his crotch. "I'm sorry I touched your penis, Massa!"