He had learnt that being on all fours like a dog bitch was the position in which he found his deeper nature That it was the position was which you take black cock in cunt, and feel it pulse deep in you. That it was the postilion in which you gag on the same cock as it spurted down his gullet. That it was the position in which he would look up at Her with vulnerability and truth, hoping to be seen for what he was. And now, he was learning again... Glowing in the the gentle sheen of perspiration, she began once again to frig her engorged cunt. As the rhythmic wave of her tremor began to rise once again, she heaved forward till she shuddered in primal relief and joy again, raining his face with her squirt. She was in Her goddess power now, in primal trance, aglow. Like the dog he was, he eagerly moved forward, mouth open, tongue out to capture as much as he could of her nectar. Pleasingly, he licked eagerly, completely absorbed in his purpose Bare to her feet, with the glisten of her nectar down to her toes and soaking the floor, her body swayed in a fervent spiritual dance that mesmerized him so. As her panting calmed again into the refectory period, her hyperfocused eyes looked deep into his vulnerable soul, seeing him bare and lost without her. Grabbing his wet hair, she brought his face to her florid cunt, gyrating and fucking it with abandon, and then impaling his throat on her knowing hand till he gagged, and then fucking his face again and again. And so it carried on on, deep into the night, till exhaustion. Till his belly was swollen pregnant with her nectar and he retched much of it onto the floor, to her joy and delight. They bathed in quiet, and later she nursed him, for he was a good man, who had come to know his place and see his white privilege. As sleep to them deep into peace, he was her dog, and boy and he knew it