I stood before him wearing only my leather collar which clearly read “Black Owned” and my bright red booty shorts. I turned my back to him, spre...d my legs, put my hands flat against the wall, arched my back inviting him to view my ass. His cock was at full attention again. He slapped my ass hard, leaving a hand print. “Oh yes, Daddy! I love that!” I squealed. “You like that, huh? You like being the black man’s bitch, huh?” he said, obviously referring to my collar. “Yes, Daddy. I. Soon we were on the familiar road to Mitchell. Between the cooler air in the terminal and the car's motion Sarah calmed down. Patrick (semi-legally) sat on his booster, front left. He was looking around a lot."How old are Gramma and Gramps?" he asked."Your grandfather is 68, nearly 69, and my Mum is 64. They've been married for almost 45 years. Your Uncle David is 43." I thought giving him a lot of data was a good thing."What about Aunt Sandra?" She's a year older than I am. We don't talk about. The more Mary talked, the more fascinated Kristin was with this woman. Mary had a way about her that Kristin found comforting.She had enjoyed being around her new found friend and having someone actually treat her as an equal and as a friend. The woman had a few glasses of wine and began to giggle at just about anything so they decided to call it a night before they got wasted. By Thursday night, Mary and Kristin were inseparable. During the course of the week, they gone to the theater together. I found John attractive, and very intrigueing. He seemed mysterious to me, and made me very curious about him. Knowing that John would always come in and say Bye to Brenda before he left, I would hang out a little longer also. After about a month, and about eight visits from John, Brenda noticed John was visiting way more often, and I was always sticking around to see him. She mentioned it to Steve to find out if he had noticed. Steve laughed and agreed. Brenda paused, and said maybe we should.