I crawled onto the bed, still pants less from our earlier encounter only ten minutes earlier. My cock was fully erect and the head touched the chilled...sheets of the room.I reached out and attempted to palm one of the big black cheeks happily discovering that my hand could barely cup a forth of even one of the cheeks.Etta shifted on one side to face me and I felt her pudgy fingers close around my pulsating cock. She sighed and slowly tugged on it running her hands up and down its length.I was. Everywhere men worked, uniformed or shirtless, the sounds of hammer and ax ringing above the rhythm of the surf. They paused as he passed, saluting. He returned the greeting.The largest tent, grey, unadorned, stood on a slight rise a few hundred feet from the beach. The bay itself was not that large, maybe two football fields wide, but James could see it would be big enough for their needs, providing protection from the worst of the storms for their infant navy. He saw no sign of ship. Just when I feel like crying a hard slap saves me, bringing me back to reality. "I said eyes open and forward didn't I Sleave?" his voice washes over me, drowning out those thoughts and I find myself straightening, shoulders back, head high, eyes forward. "That's my Princess.". I can't help but glow at his praise. Feel his hand glide over my left breast, lifting it, I know he is looking at his name and as I quickly look down I see my name beautifully written on his wrist. As his fingers caress. Louise was happy with that, and said she would pick Andy up from the airport and get him settled in.That Friday at work, the guy with whom I was doing the project got a call to say his mother had been taken ill with a heart attack and was in hospital. He told me had to leave right away. I was pissed. Without him I couldn't do the work alone, so we would have to nix it until the following week."Sorry" he said, "But family comes first."I felt bad for being pissed at him, he was right. Anyway,.