He hands her the next two as well. She blushes softly “Guess I was hungrier than I thought…” she eats those as well, a bit slower than the...last time. He eats one then holds the last one out for her. She smiles softly as she takes the last piece of grilled fruit “This is cooked to perfection love…”"Thanks dear." He smiles at her softly “Your most welcome… Now… I’m very tired, shall we go to bed…?” She smiles sweetly at him "Why not." He stands and helps her up, softly. " He remained quiet. I repeated "White Master." He ordered me to lick his dick through his underwear and I did so with joy. He smell a perfectly all natural sweetness that required no cologne, deodorant or body spray. I couldn't understand how he could smell so good like a tall glass of milk. by this point, I had started telling him like a delirious man, how much I wanted to serve him. I wanted to be his nigger and serve him. I could cook for him, do his laundry, clean his bathroom, dust his. They say that he did it hisself for the insurance money, but I never would say no such thing about him. He may be daft, but he’s no shady character.” She nodded, primly. “And you can take tha’ to the bank.”I chuckled, then flipped a golden coin to her. She caught it, then nearly dropped it. “For the information, miss...”“L-Linda!” she said, her eyes wide as saucers.“Good evening, Miss Linda,” I said, tipping my imaginary cap to her.Striding through the city streets, I retraced the steps to the. "How are you, Miss Ann?" he said sitting down beside her. She had her cat in her lap.She turned her face away and said, "Fine, jes' fine. Why?" Oh, Stud said you had the miseries and..." Damn Stud. Can't mind his own business," she said with real anger, her hoyden nature bubbling to the surface."Are you crying?" Beall asked to the back of her curly head. "Here, look at me." He put his hand on her shoulder."Ouch, damn!" she said and pulled away from him, still looking into the fire."What's.