You have to train them for the distance they’ll run. The racing stable was one of the places I worked on the plantation. I really enjoyed doing that... Nowhere right for them here though, sir,” Jonathon averred.“Tell me, Jonathon, have you had lessons in how to speak?” Jake decided to ask.There was that big grin again.“Yus, massa,”said Jonathon. He became serious. “I lodge with a widow lady, Mrs Elsworth. I managed to persuade her that I don’t eat little old ladies, and she was happy to take me. It was so humiliating to thinking mistress watching and also record me in that position.I did it carefully, from top of my cock to my balls and even ass holes. Those hairs removed all . After checking by Mistress, I was allowed to dry and make it clean. Then mistress ,ordered to get marker. And write her name on top of my cock . big and bold. Yes, I really felt I am owned by mistress, I marked for her, like slaves.Mistress ordered to writing “Her cunt “ on my right leg. So it was all. I was her. Which means they would come here around 5:00. I looked over to the clock and it read 7:38."Shit Mom... you owe me a blowjob though." Same as you owe me a good licking... Hopefully you lick as good as you fuck!" Yeah about that... I really don't know what the fuck came over me... But that was by far the best fuck I've ever had mom!" Ah, I thought you weren't a virgin." My mom smirked at me and I smirked back. "But even so, I haven't been fucked by your father since our 8th anniversary." That was. How can that stickboy not get it up?! She always dolled herself up in makeup despite the fact she almost never left the apartment. The bitch is obviously asking for it; I noticed she made eyes at me as I went for a piss, making an effort to move her ass an extra round as she walked away; she knows what she's got. One day, I decided to execute my plan to give her what she wants; I stalked her in the morning as she saw stickboy off; heading back to her partition, I made an effort to walk past.