Sometimes I am a bit shy I’m a bit of a follower, I guess. ‘What about you? What do you look like? Carla only told me your name and that you saw m... at the gym.’ I lied.He summed up his traits, just as Carla had described me before, but added at the end:‘Also, I am black, but I am sure Carla told you already. You know what that means, right?’‘No?’‘Well, wouldn’t you want to find out, shy girl?’ he teased. I blushed again, but only for a moment. ‘Well, wouldn’t you want to find out what’s under. I listened for a few minutes as Amy told me they were at my place, and had not been followed as far as she could tell. And that Adrian was crying that she wanted her Master, and her Momma.I gave the phone to Lucille, "Talk to your girls, they need you."She listened, made "motherly" sounds in the right places, and assured them, that we would be there as soon as possible.She handed me back the phone, the tears in her eyes very evident. She turned very quickly and went down the hall."Amy, listen. As the terminal came into view at the end of the jetway, I saw Dylan standing there. I took a deep breath. He threw his arms open and I could see a bouquet of flowers in plastic wrap in his hand. I compelled myself to put one foot in front of the other more quickly. When I reached him, I put my arm around his neck and gave him a quick peck on the cheek. ‘You’re home at last! Welcome back!’ he exclaimed loudly. ‘Gee, you must have been sick, you look terrible!’ ‘I’m just exhausted. I really. "Damn shame."She put her hands behind my neck and pulled my face to hers, my mouth to hers, and my rigid pole slipped into her effortlessly."Umm," she said quietly, "That feels good." She sucked in her breath and arched her back as it sank deeper.We began very slowly with long and deep thrusts that lifted her from the bed. She wrapped me up in her long legs and gasped out, "More, more, do it harder."I got up on my elbows and accelerated the pace to marching speed. She matched me with heaves of.