"But I know I can do it, sir!" she said with an exasperated tone."Maybe you just don't know the proper steps," I told her. "Why don't you see if anyon... you know can help you out? Or you can look on the Internet. Either way, right now I want a good old-fashioned Becky blowjob. You know the ones. The kind of blowjob that makes it feel like the top of my head has blown off!" Yes, sir!" she said with a smile, and proceeded to do just that."I'll get it, you'll see!" she said before she went off to. He drove over with a load of clothes and assorted necessities; a set of pots and pans, alarm clock, toiletries, etc. Pulling into the complex, he looked around, he couldn’t help but think it was a high class housing project. Unlike Donna’s place, this was a purposely built “town house” complex, located, ironically, just outside of town. A large paved parking lot with four identical brick faced buildings; it was the ultimate in modern efficiency and convenience. It was also antiseptic and bland.. They pulled in front of the Art Museum. There seemed to be a big affair going on with lots of people. Julie was surprised when they pulled up right in front, and a little shocked when a young man in a uniform opened her door and offered her his hand. Tom got out of the car and handed his keys to one of the other valets as he walked around to meet Julie. She was surprised when the valet addressed her uncle very formally as Mr. Johns. Taking her uncle’s arm, she followed him into the waiting. I almost had one of the house niggers whipped cause he wouldn't fuck me." What?" Drew stared at me, probably because he'd suggested such a thing just a few hours before and I'd tried to deny it then. I remember wondering how the boy had known me so well."Yeah, I swear. I was mad and my Master was gonna do it too," I was giggling and we both knew it hadn't been funny at the time, but that had been a long time before so it was okay."I'd have whipped you just for thinking you could get away with.