"No, a couple of them even pushed their plates away," Peter said sinking into his chair. He looked over at the plates that Terri, his other assistant,...was putting together. He hoped they would like the veal dish, but he doubted it.Soon it was time to serve the next dish. Peter went out and said, "The next dish is a roast tenderloin of veal served over an herb and truffle risotto, topped with vegetables, and sauced with a Sangiovese reduction sauce."Tim was about to ask a question, but a glance. A deep voice replied " you're welcome...anything else you need?"...."silver bear"...i whispered. "yessss" he softly replied. He then began to come over to the stall i quickly unlatched and retreated to the corner no knowing what i was going to see. I could hear my heart pounding.my face got hot. He opened and immediately his eyes got big. He was a heavier set horseshoe cut trucker type with a big pot belly. He quickly snuck in and latched the door. He began unbuckling saying " your a hot peice. One of then grab me by my hair, and pushed me onto my knees on the stage floor. He than pushed my face to my masters cock, The black man then said; “clean your master’s cock bitch.”I opened my mouth, he pushed his cock into my mouth, all the way in, all 8 inches of him. I’m choking, but he didn’t care.“Clean your Master’s cock, slut.” he said. Im sucking him the best I can, trying to clean him, it’s disgusting! Is this what my life is going to be like, it can’t get any worse I thought.Master. She cupped my groin and squeezed at my sack with taunting command and still smiled. Her hand rubbed along the shaft she had come to know all too well of its ability to respond to her touch. I was hard again by the third stroke along the throbbing man tool. She giggled as she knelt onto both knees and unzipped my pants. Her warm breath coated me with heated need as she drew me from the opening of my fly. I groaned at the first lick from base to head and found my cock jerking out of all control.