I started noticing that I was waking up with weird stains in my bed, some of them even wet. Really Jason? I thought. You don’t have to wait until Im...sleeping to come jerk off, wake me up and FUCK ME.That night, I decided to play a little game. I went to sleep with just a shirt and my panties on and decided to wait up for him. I waited until almost midnight until finally I heard a knock on my door. With my back to the door, I pretended like I was asleep. I heard the door open and him walk in. The leotard had some kind of underwire support that pushed her small but lovely white breasts up and squeezed them together. Her long legs were bare but she wore a pair of high-heeled black mules that showed off her painted pretty toes.She walked slowly to the side of the bed to increase my anticipation. Then she had me put my arms above my head and manacled my wrists with the pair of padded leather restraints. With my wrists secured to the headboard, she had me spread my legs and snapped. I ran it softly over her cheek, around and over her ear, back over her closed eyelids and down her nose onto her upper lip. I circled her lips for a couple of seconds and then slid my finger between the partly opened lips of her mouth. I felt the scrape of her teeth as I touched her tongue and softly pressed on it. Julie closed her lips and sucked and licked my invading finger without awakening.With that hand fully occupied I placed the other one on the back of her lower thigh and slid it up. ’ ‘I should like to meet this cook’ ‘He shall be here at sunset Bwana’ The cook was defiantly not Matabele David realised when he met him. He was wearing what looked like a nightshirt with a red fez on his head. He pulled off the fez and gave a little bow ‘good evening sir, N’debi says you require a cook’ David was pleasantly surprised at the man’s grasp of English, he was about 5′ 3′ with a milk chocolate completion but with a Caucasian rather than Negroid aspects off his face. ‘Good evening.