Cyn confused them. “Woodie, if you want a job here, we would be happy to take you on as our gardener, probably here and next door as well.”Woodie ...as delighted. Work here, Gardening. Oh yes. “Bendy, how about you?”“I would be delighted but what would I do?”“I am sure we can keep you occupied,somehow.”Woodie didn’t want this to be mucked up, so he decided to get everything sorted.“Sorry to ask but how much will you pay me? I need to have a decent income.”“Simply tell me how much I owe you each. Most of his clientèle, were middle-aged men, with very little hair.I remember sitting on the first day drinking tea with my uncle and remarking that, but he laughed and said, 'Mariel darling, these men are bald because they have too much testosterone, big balls, and you washing their hair will work wonders for them'.I laughed as we always spoke like that, talking about cocks and balls, so I said, 'If you think that, why is the basin in the main shop, should it not be more private, like in the. Cause after tonight, this white sissy will be craving black cock constantly. Yea suck it slut." He went on and on letting me know what I was truly born to do. Born to be a black mans white sissybitch. Then I felt my legs being lifted and my skirt pulled up and my panties pulled down. I screamed over the big cock in my mouth and he looked down and said just don't fight it girlyboy. We're takin both your cherries tonight one way or the other. You know you love sucking dark meat, so what would be. The woman was only doing her job, so I tried to control myself and be calm and polite as I said goodbye to my marriage. I put a smile on my face, but I’m betting it didn’t reach my eyes.“I’m sorry, ma’am, I have nothing to do with the baby, other than currently being married to his mother, and that’s not going to last very much longer. I wasn’t with her when he was conceived. You’ll have to ask her for the first names she prefers; I’ve no idea whether she’ll go for Ed or Jim, but then I guess.