"Get your clothes off and let me get a look at you whore!," he demanded. "Oh Yes Master," was my instant reply as I quickly got undressed."Wow!, you r...ally are a white whore aren't you?" he asked in a taunting kind of way."Yes Master, just a slut for you to use," I said nervously. "Look at that stomach, and legs, and your tits hang down like a pig!" Thank you Sir," was all I could say."You should be thanking me for even agreeing to put my big black cock in your fuck holes!" Oh thank you. He was still wearing his Tee-shirt and Missy told him to take it off, she didn't want to see it get too crumbled laying down and all and, likewise, she didn't want her own clothes to get messed up so she took off her white dress and carefully hung it in the closet. (She was also concerned that Jimmy might have found her wearing her Sunday best dress during the week when he came home.) She returned to the bedside clad in just her lacy white bra with the bullet cups. She thought it looked kinda. I'm going to put my desk under the windows overlooking the courtyard. I want to sit up there and be able to see the whole house. In fact, I don't want to buy a desk; build that in too." Alright. We can do that. Just talking off the top of my head here, but I'm thinking we put a lockable door at the top of the stairs and include a closet and bathroom with a shower opposite the stairs. That way, if and when you decide to sell the house, the office could be used as another bedroom. Whaddaya. Quickly he zipped up his fly beforehe went to work.Tons of repairs seemed necessary today, he wished he could have lookedat the newspaper. The earlier shift had left it. The rise of food priceswas something that worried him because he knew they weren?t going to begiving any raises anytime soon. Finances might be tight, even ifColette?s cum made him feel less hungry.Each repair put his cleaning duties behind. Sam felt annoyed that therewere so many things that he had to take care of. Carrying.