They watched a movie that evening when Sara excused herself to fix drinks for everyone. She returned a few minutes later dressed in something a bit re...ealing. She sat down next to David sharing a bowl of popcorn. Sara’s husband knew what she was up to and focused on the movie. It wasn’t long afterward that David was resting the palm of his hand on Sara’s thigh. She adjusted herself spreading her legs open slightly allowing David access to her inner thigh if he so desired. It didn’t take much to. “Oh wait, I’m supposed to be your helper,” she said looking at his empty beer. “Lemme get you another one.” She scooped up the bottle and darted off to the kitchen, returning with a new one, for which he thanked her. “Whatcha watchin’?” she chirped, sitting back down.Seriously, did he need to respond to that? It was quite obviously baseball. “Hockey,” he said in a deadpan voice, “perhaps you’ve heard of it?” Upon giving her a closer look, it appeared she’d removed the bra from beneath her. " --- she said excited --- "Thank you, sir."--- ------ "Masters. I have another thing to ask you." --- said Lilly while getting out of a cage they were keeping her though the weekend, as her parents traveled.--- "Yes, kid. That is it?" --- said Hank.--- "I was wondering. If I would want to do something for you, but without your prior knowledge ..."--- "Like a surprise?"--- "Yes. Kind of. But I would hate to lie to you. I want you to know I have nothing to hide from you."--- "It would not be a. I was his white bitch, his to do what he wanted with and he was my black daddy, dominant and proud. My body was overcome with the tingling sensation, my small and pathetic cock was erect. I began to suck on his large mushroom head and tightened the grip on his cock as I jerked him into my mouth occasionally making a slurping sound. I began to think about the times he had shared me with his friends, proud that I was his and willing to share me to pleasure other black men. I thought about.