He returned with a half glass of water and handed it to Frances. She persuaded Sandra to sip at it, and this distracted her from her distress.“Thank..., Frances. I am so sorry to involve you in my troubles, ma’am.” She was recovering her stability and remembering Frances was her employer.“Not at all, Sandra. You are almost family by now, just like Elizabeth, but you still have your parents to fall back on.”“Oh. I can’t tell them about this, ma’am. It is too private for me.”“Nothing is too private. People that were in the middle of cumming themselves stopped to see what was going on. They were looking at her, but it was like I was the one on the spot.I pushed deeper and deeper into her pussy. And it was so easy since she was so wet. My dick just glided in and out. And her pussy was strong too. I could feel her muscles squeezing all around my dick, and pushing back on my dick too.It was fun watching her squirm, and seeing her fat black ass bounce and wobble as I hit it. Deep inside her. Sure enough, Bradley followed the path through the trees to the neighboring pool. There she was lying facing down on a deck-chair, her bikini top unfastened and her head turned facing the chair to her left. And guess who was perched atop that particular chair? None other than the enthralling Garrett, of course. Bradley noticed how freakishly large Garrett's penis looked resting on his taut abdomen, the skin-covered head extending beyond his navel and resting lazily on his hairless torso.. "I'm not sure what you mean," I teased. "Tell me what you are in a complete sentence." I'm your cocksucker," he said, still quietly."Say it with pride. I don't just let any little straight boy suck my cock," I ordered.He looked up, a hunger in his eyes, a desperation in his tone, "I'm your straight cocksucker."Grabbing his head and shoving my cock in his mouth. I allowed it to grow as I instructed, "Use your tongue, faggot."He quickly obeyed, his mind shifting from ashamed to hungry.