She got off the phone and said with a smirk, "Looks like it's just you and I tonight, the girls are going out to a matinee instead." Now being curious...if she already knew this and wanted me over being recently single, I was more intrigued than ever at this point. At any rate, we ate dinner and retreated to her bedroom as she wanted to watch some movies and this was the only tv in her place. I quickly glanced around her bedroom noticing the lavender scented candles while filled the air. I. This is one such story. E’ry night, I gotta sneak out ‘n tend to my man. He taint none uh my husband on paper cuz ole Massa says niggers not ‘posed to get married legal ‘n all like de white folks but we jumped de broom under de full moon so I says we’s married. Maw says it too so dats good ‘nuf fo’ me. Adam, dats mu husband’s name, like in da bible, like de first man dey ever was. Dat ain’t his real name. His real name is . . . well . . . I cain’t say it outside ma head cuz it don’t be ‘lowed. I asked him not to plan them in my hometown though. Master said he’d like that and didn’t elaborate further. I had no idea if he meant the attitude refresher or the hometown attitude refresher. I didn’t push for him to elaborate in case he meant the second thing.“Will we still have normal family vacations though, Master?” I asked him as I crawled into the bathroom and waited for him to order me to squat over the toilet.“What do you mean normal? This is your new normal,” Master seemed confused.. Almost “ick.” But within seconds, he was overcome with pleasure. “M’mmmm,” Veronica purred, letting Allan’s cock pop from her greedy mouth. She raised herself onto her knees and grabbed Allan by the waistband of his black trousers, working them down his lean hips and then throwing them to the side of the bed. Impatiently, she removed his shorts, which soon joined the trousers.Allan’s angry-red cock glistened wetly in the buttery lamplight, and Veronica eyed it hungrily. Her stare was laden with.