The setting of the picture was a quaint beachside restaurant where the three of us were sitting at a table all clasping hands and smiling at the camer.... Recalling the moment from his memory once again, they had been drinking and all of them were a bit tipsy. When another tourist passed by our table Janey had asked the man to take a picture of us all and had handed him Gary’s camera to perform the task. Looking back on it, I should have been tipped by the way she just appropriated the camera. Roger had remembered to bring his chain saw, but it looked like it wouldn't be needed after all.The next six weeks were busy. The crew continued work at their usual pace, six days on and one off, completing three or four houses a week. They were not big or fancy houses, to be sure, but small houses that the people in this not necessarily well-to-do neighborhood could live in, and houses that were probably better built than the ones Katrina had blown away. As before, Roger and Catalina mostly. Despite all that I had gone through that night, I wasgetting hard at the sight of black cocks! I realized that my addiction wasalmost complete. I would have thought that after what had just happened, myhumiliation and spanking in front of all those guys, I would not beexcited. But I was wrong. I apparently still wanted more black cock. Mylust for it was insatiable. The more I looked at them, dangling andtempting me, the more I noticed my mouth starting to water and my lips totremble slightly. I was far too excited and anxious to get there. My mind was racing, imagining what it would be like and trying to come up with the best way to go about it. I pictured taking her right in the doorway, too excited to get very far into the house. I also pictured going very slowly, teasing and tantalizing as we went, undressing softly and sensuously as we went through the house to my bed. I figured something in between the two was about right.We got to my house and I parked in the garage then got.