After three days I took her home to begin the chore of teaching her the things that she had forgotten and re-introducing her to the people she should ...now. We were driving up to the house when she pointed out the car window, "Who is that?"I looked to where she was pointing and saw that it was Amos, the old black man that took care of the lawn and flower garden. The idea hit me like a ton of bricks. Greta's father was a racist asshole and he had passed on his dislike of the 'lower orders' to. So excited and nervous.Would he like her?Would he find her desirable?Would he want to?Would she?She'd know in a few minutes and her exit was coming up, and she could see the hotel near the causeway.She stopped at the light and paused for a moment. Turned right and then left into the hotel parking lot.She spent a few moment primping and brushing out her hair. A bit of red lipstick and a touch of perfume. Yes, she thought that will do nicely.After putting up the top, she locked the car and turned. I gripped the steering wheel tight and yelled "Yes, I want your cock in my mouth!" I hit the breaks and the car screeched to a stop. I put my head down on the steering wheel while trying to catch my breath. I had never been so horny in my life. I really did want to suck dick. This was my one chance with the biggest, most powerful guy I could find. He would use my mouth so good. I knew I would love sucking him off. He still scared me and he was still a stranger. Could I risk it? There might be. He smiled and took the Ferrari keys out of his pocket and unlocked the door and got in. He sat for a minute drinking in the throaty sound of the exhaust and then put the car in gear and backed out of the driveway.He put his foot hard on the gas pedal and the car tried to jump off of the road. After he eased off of the gas a bit the car settled down and drove like Roger always thought that a Ferrari would drive. The car seemed like an extension of his body. It seemed like all he had to do was.