”She turned to face John again.“Can we get him prepared, John? You said something about a haircut?”“First things first, my love. A bath, hair ...ashed, and then a savage cut to his locks, I think. We can use it as an example of the effectiveness of the soap. Is that not so, Hairy?”The man drooped as he admitted, “My true name is Harro. That name gave me the idea of becoming hairy, so I would not be recognised by anyone while I was under banishment. That image developed into the Hairy Merchant I. I reached down,pulled my cockout of the thong panties and began stoking like mad. Fuck yes !!, this iswhat I live for, being ass reamed by a black b**st in a bookstore booth. Hekeptup the long strokes, eventually pulling all way out and watching my holegape for a moment and then snap back a bit. He would then ram it all wayin, balls deep.Fuck, all of it in one go, my hole was reamed and wrecked. He then startedto pick up the pace again, "Thap, Thap Thap" his balls banged against mineas hebutt. Leaning out on the balcony, she looked around to see ifanyone was looking, and went down the stairs, out the servant's entrance, and almost bumped into Rufus. The jet black,huge and muscular, freed slave was an annoyance to the gorgeousarrogant young woman since forever as she frowned. "Oh hello Rufus," she felt it awkward to even have to bepolite to a black man, even if he was a freeman now andfor some crazy reason her father's valued employee. "Why hello, young missy, yo lookin so fahn. “Let’s do that,” Tiffany said. “God, I can’t believe we’re planning this out. OK, we’ll make our calls to Hailey and then you can come up. How’s that?”“It’s your birthday,” Phil said, tickling her thigh.“Just wait until your birthday,” she said in a threatening voice.Phil punched in the code to the gate and pulled into the driveway. He got out and took Tiffany’s hand again as they walked to the porch.“Thank you for a lovely evening, Miss Grayling,” Phil said. “I’d greatly like to see you again.