My little moon cricket is so desperate to be owned by a superior white goddess. I see you drooling over me Mandingo, I see your eyes lingering on every curve of my perfect white alabaster skin. Well darkies like you don't get to touch me, you're not even light skinned enough to be my house servant, you're good for nothing but being my slave. I know, you think slavery ended, but nothing has really changed has it? My black slaves are still drooling over my body, wishing I'd just let them watch me undress, wishing I'd let you into the big house. Well get on your knees and crawl for me slave, I'm going to make you remember where you belong.
