I was going to talk to you after Christmas to see if anything could be done. Our worst fears are happening; Black Water has thrown in the towel early,... Amy replied."I will know before the end of the day about the choppers. Who do I need to contact for in-flight refueling, or are we forced to use commercial airline routes?" I asked."McJames can order that, why?" Amy asked."Its 4500 miles from Morton to Bamako Mali across the Atlantic; it will take two in-flight refuelings," I replied."The DOD. .. Agggh... fuck yea!!!... that's it... take it all... yeah open you mouth wider bitch."He started fucking my mouth harder and faster. From time to time he would push his cock against my throat and held it there until I started to shake and beg for a breath of air. Fear and excitement was pumping through my veins. How could this be? How could I feel this way from this black man raping my mouth? I tried my best to keep his cock from forcing its way into my throat. I held onto the base of his. Anyway, I made it through the aislesand loaded up my cart with ample vegetation and fruits without muchfuss. But it was at the checkout that I hit a speed bump. My old bosswas working the counter! I might be aloof to a lot of things, but I havelearned that being around old acquaintances is not always in my bestinterest. I mean, I don't pay as much attention to glares and snideremarks as I used to, but encounters like this often sky rocket my bloodpressure. Nevertheless, I was going to be. The sauce and spaghetti were both delicious and the conversation although subdued was even better as my decision to serve her seemed to have broken the ice.I deliberately maintained a languid pace serving the meal, complementing her cooking as I served each course. Gradually I could see her begin to relax and come out of her shell. I insisted on helping her clean up afterwards. We were laughing and joking like old friends during the clean up.After the kitchen was cleaned we retired to the den.