.. "You know what I want. Mmmfff... Please? Please cum for me?"He would. Soon. The pleasure was washing all over him.The whites had thought their ...lack slaves stupid fools, not much more evolved than apes. Thus, they had justified owning blacks and treating them as cattle--buying and selling, breeding and using. But Kunta was no docile, dumb cow. He was a leader of a proud race of princes, poets, and priests. He was an alpha among alphas. And he knew how to administer justice to dogs. I actually left work early and took a drive on the way home. Once in the door, at around 6:30, the first thing that I noticed was the fragrant scent that wafted throughout the house. It must have been her perfume that she applied just before she left the house later in the day. Maybe that’s why she needed to come home for a bit… to pretty up and prepare? I wondered if she had changed for him and what she was wearing? I looked around and the house had been straightened up a bit and the vacuum. I went to turn around but two insistent hands pressed to keep me stationary and a command, “No, stay still,” stopped me. Then, swiftly, my boxer shorts were pulled down and a hand gripped my penis. ‘Wow, Andrea is definitely a different woman,’ I thought, and closed my eyes to savour the sensual stroking of my growing erection. When I felt lips on the tip of my cock, I looked down and saw… Andrea’s mother on her knees, sucking my spongy helmet.“Good God, Mrs Jones,” I blurted.She stopped. To eat out or on interesting places.”Leaving work early, I indulged in one of my more decadent pleasures: a bubble bath, with relaxing and joyous music. I lit scented candles, of suitably masculine woody aromas, with the bubble bath itself smelling of intense chocolate. There even was a waterproof back pillow. I closed my eyes and relaxed.Suddenly, there was a weight on my chest. To be specific, 20 pounds of solidly muscled, affectionate, long-haired black cat, Elliott, had climbed on my chest,.