Thank you. I mean that.”“You’re welcome, ma’am,” I said.She turned to me. “You’re Sergeant Reaper? I haven’t even been able to shake y...ur hand yet.” She came over and reached out. “Thank you, Sergeant.”“You’re welcome, ma’am,” I repeated. I got my first chance to look at Tolley Hunter. She really was beautiful. Thick honey-blonde hair hung halfway down her back, curling slightly, around a heart-shaped face with high cheekbones, a straight nose, and almond-shaped eyes. Hazel eyes looked back at. White’s strong arms lifting me off him. “What’s wrong?” I cried out.“Nothing, Caroline, I just wanted to change positions.”“Didn’t it feel good to you that way?”“Of course it did, but I thought you might like to try it this way. Here, get on your knees and I’ll enter you from behind.”“Oh, sure. Doggy style. I heard about that.”“Have you ever done it that way?”“I’ve only done it the one way, and that was with you, and it was wonderful.”As requested, I got on my hands and knees, wondering what it. . I can be your personal servant too if you want... You can make me do anything you want... I bet you want me to suck your big cock. Huh Mr. Oliver?... Wouldn't you like that? Huh, big boy?" I submitted to her entirely as I nodded my head without saying a word about anything I saw, and for some reason I wanted her badly, now more than ever!I watched in awe as Kim got down on her knees and she reached for my pants to undo my belt buckle. She worked swiftly as she finished unhinging my belt. He had a full head of grayish black hair and was probably about 55 years old. His skin was darker than mine and his voice hinted of an island dialect. He wore a long sleeve t-shirt and a pair of faded blue Levi 501 jeans and a pair of flip flops on his feet. He introduced himself as Peter and leaned his broom against the fence and extended his arm and hand over the fence.I walked over to the fence and extended my arm towards his “Nice to meet you Peter, I am Sandy.” As I said this, he grabbed.