Talisha reached into the fifth box and picked up the cock with the longest foreskin. The cock itself was only six inches long, but the luxurious foreskin easily doubled the length. The black woman took the soft flesh of the lengthy pucker in her fingers and tugged at the supple skin. She grinned approvingly.
"Hmm, I likin' dis one, Circe," said Talisha. "I came here fo' a foreskin, an' dis be da fuckin' queen of foreskins! I mean, how often ya gonna find yo'self a six-inch overhang? It be near as long as da goddamn shaft!"
"Its owner was certainly upset to part with it," Circe chuckled. "He was a Bollywood star who got a little too sexually forward with me. I'm quite sure he learned to mind his manners around beautiful 'young' women."
"Bollywood?" Talisha repeated. "Dat be da movie biz in India. So, I gonna be Indian when I put dat thang on?"
"Yes," Circe nodded. "Tamil, to be precise. Is changing your race a problem, Ms. Booker." Circe could read it in Talisha's soul that she was, but it was best if the black girl verbalized it.
"A li'l," Talisha sighed. "I be black an' proud, ya know. But ain't nuthin' I won't do to get me a foreskin dis perfect. If I gotta be Indian to be da ultimate foreskin queen, den I gotta be Indian." She grabbed a jar of removal cream and unzipped her jeans, pulling out her old dick to begin its removal.
"Be sure you want this, Talisha Booker," Circe cautioned. "You've already had to return to fix one impulse purchase. I hate seeing disappointed customers."
"I be sure as FUCK 'bout dis turtleneck," Talisha said firmly.