“Did this sour you on the service?” he asked nervously.“No, if anything, it made me more determined to do what I can to help. I just want help g...tting that picture out of my head,” I replied. He promised to let me know and hung up. I sat where I was, letting the tears flow freely.“Are you okay?” Mom asked before hugging me from behind. I nodded since my throat was too constricted to let me talk.“I’m sorry I pestered you last night. I was proud of what you did and didn’t think about what you may. She had never dreamed anything could be as exciting as this.Solomon had closed his eyes. He struggled to contain his excitement as this pretty young woman licked and lapped. What they said about white women was all true! It was true.He pulled the girl's head back up from his balls. He had to get his cock into her mouth before he came. He thrust forward eagerly and missed. His gnarled throbbing length slid along her soft cheek, before he could pull back and thrust again. The white girl had. "I thought you said you'd be protecting me from that," said Jason as he headed towards the dresser."Or protecting her from you."Jason said nothing as he plucked a set of briefs from a drawer.Henry raised an eyebrow. "Has it gotten to that point?"Jason shook his head. "Maybe I was too worried about that after all. I don't have any reason to, well, 'go after her, ' as it were."Henry let out a slow sigh through his nose. "That's not very reassuring, especially considering how you've gone to being. “No more talking.” And more kissing. “Yes ma’am.” I lead him to my bedroom, where I take off my dress and keep on my thigh highs and bra and panties. “Damn.” “You like?” I know he does. He points to his hard dick, struggling to get out of his pants. “What do you think?” I smile and go to kiss him while taking his pants off. “Very nice.” We kiss some more, but it’s a more passionate kiss. This is new for us. He’s kissing me with a longing and intensity that takes my breath away. “Oh my God ZA.”.