Mi spostai poi al ventre ed al petto e questa volta accompagnai le carezze a dei baci e leggere leccate. Mi soffermai ai capezzoli che gustai prendend...li delicatamente tra i denti succhiando.Il mio signore mi invitava a proseguire lodandomi e dandomi della brava puttana.Quando fui di fronte al suo viso ci guardammo e capii ciò che voleva così lo bacia sulla bocca e con la lingua andai a cercare la sua. Lui mi fece sedere in braccio a se e prese a palparmi il culo mentre limonavamo. Potevo. “How many cocks fucked your black pussy tonight?” Lou joked as he pumped my wet hole and his son Gerald stuffed his cock into my mouth from the other side of the table. Steven stood near Lou and they occasionally changed positions as they took turns slamming me with their hard tools. I had gotten used to taking on all three of them at the same time and their ridiculous banter and jokes. “You’ve probably had sex with over 100 fucking guys this week you little slut.” Steven stated, as I kept. While we ate I roasted up the breast of the flightless bird just to see what it tasted like. Kola and I both tasted it and it wasn't too bad if I do say so myself, although a little gamier than chicken. It certainly could have used some seasoning and maybe a sauce to counter the taste, but if we had to we could survive on it. We only sampled it for a taste, preferring instead to eat our steaks. While we sat and finished our meal, we set the bird aside and let it cool down. When it was cool. Then there were the puffy sleeves and the high-collar with a cameo in the center.This was the final fitting before the wedding on Saturday at ten in the morning at the only church Miss Harriett July Smith had ever attended; soon be the only church Robert Dale Moses attended -- the First Methodist Church of Clarkson. We had always attended First Baptist and Daddy commented to Mama that he didn't know what a forty-something Baptist could do with a Methodist -- much less a nineteen-year-old.