”“Please Sir.” I begged, pulling the towel away and kissing his cock, the taste of my ass filling my mouth.He pushed me away. “Fucking whore, ...et it into that empty bimbo blonde head Riley. I said no, you pull that shit on a patron you’ll get yourself a day in the Red.”“No, please Sam I.” Pleading at his feet.“Shit take it easy, look I’m just warning you okay. You need to learn to do as your told, to control yourself.”“Yes Sir.” I whimpered.Sam began dressing himself as he handed me his towel.. They were carrying a couple of plastic shopping bags full of something and the guy was also pulling a rolling cooler behind him. That confirmed my suspicions so I pulled my truck around behind the office cabin and parked. I didn’t know how many people were in there, and while I suspected their intentions were only to get out of the weather and hang out, I couldn’t ignore the possibility of malice (theft, vandalism, etc.) so I would have to be prepared. And that meant being armed. I kept a. As this mutual teasing went on the reference to black men became more and more regular until inevitably I guess looking back, I asked her pointedly if she still thought about sleeping with black men. Her hesitation in answering gave me her true feelings rather more than the "I love you, im married to you, i only want you" response that she gave. Moving on....and after nibbling away at her defences about this I told Sue that if she wanted the real thing rather than just watch films I didnt see. The wind began picking up, and Katie’s nipples grew hard from the cold. She tried turning away from this man so he wouldn’t notice. “Here you go,” he said, turning her around to hand her the lighter back. His eyes lit up again at the sight of her pert breasts with their hardened nipples sitting nicely underneath her well worn t-shirt. “I really like your shirt, what does it say?” He began tracing a finger over her chest, on the tops of her breasts, reading the name of the guitar company aloud..