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Southern Depravity

... Terry!" Mitzi said and gave a big kiss to her benefactor as she pulled him to her face. His big black hand reached into her top and pulled out a tit and left it hanging. Mitzi just left it out, unashamed.

When the big Negro man sat around next to Kendra, he handed her a card. "Here, my dear. This is your new ID card, use it whenever you are here and at any other place I send you to work. Be sure you keep it with you. It will be bad if you don't!" he said as he looked directly into the young girl's eyes, which made her shiver. The card was an exact duplicate of her own Georgia driver's license she had obtained last year except for three exceptions. Foremost, it showed her being born in a year that would make her 21. Then she noticed her name was simply "Kendra Reese" and that she lived at some address on Peachtree Street. It even had the same picture that was on her real license. Somehow, his fake ID maker had connections to the Georgia Department of Motor Vehicles, she though. She put it in her purse quickly.

"Good evening, Mr. Dubois. Would you like your usual, sir?" spoke a young waitress, not that much older than Kendra. Her uniform was very short and tight fitting.

"Yes, Judy. Make that three. Thank you!" returned Dubois as he run his big, black hand under the brief uniform, rubbing her leg. A waiter came and brought a bottle of champagne, chilled in a silver ice bucket. He pulled the foil wrapper off the neck and popped the cork, pouring three glasses of the ...

... fine, bubbly beverage. When the glass was placed in front of Kendra, the high-school junior spoke up. "Oh, no, Mr. Dubois, uh, Terry. Please, I'm not old enough to drink!"

Dubois picked up her glass and handed it to her saying, "Relax, my dear! You have an ID that says you are 21, and you have every right to drink if you want to. I own this club and I want you to drink!" he spoke as he looked into her eyes.

Slowly, Kendra took the glass from the big Negro man and put it to her lips to sip. It was fruity tasting, but also very tangy. The bubbles tickled her nose. She drank several swallows until the glass was empty, then Dubois refilled it, smiling at the young girl. While he was doing this, his hand began to creep up Kendra's leg until he touched the tender, moist lips of her fair flower. Kendra jumped and stared straight ahead. With no panties on, his molesting hand was unimpeded. He kept rubbing her pubis until he began to feel moisture from the girl. A city official came over and greeted Dubois and they shook hands. They started a conversation lasting for at least ten minutes. All that time, Dubois had his left hand under the table, playing with Kendra's pussy, poking his pinky finger into her vulva. Her dress was so short that it rose up to completely, exposing her genitals. The tablecloth covered the top but not far down the sides. She was unsure if anybody sitting in front of her could see the molestation of her privates going on. Occasionally he would dip a big ...