"Linda's words were like someone putting another quarter in Peanut'smental jukebox. The music returned and so did his smile. "Cool, I willstay. Just ...ell me what you want me to do."Linda told him to wait in until more people showed up. As they waited,a couple of the brothers came in and out of the kitchen to grab drinksand food for the community fridges. When asked to help, each one madesome excuse as stale as a three day old doughnut. Then, The Gord showedup, and Linda almost did not waste. Through a soft moan I nodded, a ?Never enough though? added in to spark up a smile across those heavenly lips, her naughty smirk indicating my success. In truth, I had lost count of the amount of young women I had fed to the monster between my legs: hundreds, possibly thousands. I had the privilege and pleasure of screwing each and every female slave that was sold to domestic or over sea’s buyers, a precaution that I liked to take for ‘Quality Reasons’. Andrea’s smirk remained as her pumping. Her moans wrenched at my balls,and I squeezed my cock one, two, three times, and thenI was squirting again.“I heard you, Craig,” she laughed, “and this time youcan’t shit me. I made you come, didn’t I?”“Why don’t you meet me face to face and see if you cando it again?” I countered. “Like, this _is_ a localcall? We _could_ meet?”“We could,” she agreed, “but maybe you wouldn’t wantto.”I stood up, gave. She is blond with blue(ish)/steel eyes. A nice toned body (she’s a dancer), 36B chest, A nice round ass with wide hips (which I love), and lovely legs to go with the package. Now back to my story.. Next she took off my shirt and started kissing my neck while undoing my belt and jeans letting them slip to the floor and letting my semi-hard dick spring free. She continued to kiss my neck and shoulders while reaching down and grabbing my dick and stroking it softly. I reached around and started.