“We’ll be there in twenty minutes.” He ended the call and turned to Yamina. Her cinnamon skin contrasted with his paleness, and he simply looked...at her for a moment. “Yamina, honey.” He caressed her cheek and she stirred sleepily. “It’s late, and they’re waiting on us.”“Huh?” She sat up and looked at him, then down at herself. “Ooh, god. What time is it?”“Three hours after sunrise.”She started. “We gotta get moving!” Her nose wrinkled. “We need to clean up. It smells bad in here.” She stood,. Wehad greens for a citrus salad, some lovely heirloom tomatoes for a soupand a loaf of French bread. The farm fresh lettuce and tomatoesglistened on our kitchen counter. I put my black apron on over myfeminine outfit and then stood self-consciously with my back toJacqueline and Marilyn, as I chopped and simmered the tomatoes, withonion and garlic for the soup. I wondered if they were looking at mytight pants and heeled sandals. Jacqueline quickly taught me how to cutup grapefruit and toss. What?Something soft rubbed against my lips. I knew what it was.I knew what was expected of me, so I opened my mouth and began to suck another man's cock. I could feel his hardness grow inside my mouth. I used my tongue to help tease him along.His cock grew until it was completely hard. He held my head in place and began thrusting more than I could handle deeply into my throat. My throat convulsed around his hardness.My throat made involuntary spasms as I gagged. He enjoyed, it immensely "Oh yea. She sat in her chair with her fingers still in her crotch. She looked up at him with trepidation. "You're not going to be like that with me, are you?"He laughed. Then he realized he must look like a wild-eyed, overexcited, arrogant, sex maniac. He was still riding erotic and egoistical highs, but he forced himself to calm down some and speak in kind tones. "Don't worry. Not unless you want that kind of treatment." No thanks!" She was so distraught by that idea that she stopped playing with.