Oh sure, I miss the mid-afternoon blow jobs, but the risks were way too high for them to continue anyway. Plus, that means I get to dump two loads whe... I get home: one while I have my martini - the other later, deep in his guts, in our bed.That first night was tough, I admit it. But once I’d taken him over my knee to stop his juvenile little temper-tantrum, and once I explained what was expected of him, he caught on. Frankly, the k** took to it like a fish to water. The house runs like. " Well you can go upstairs and put them on after we've seen your mother."I had been looking down at the table as I told John the story,occasionally eating something and then his hand appeared holding ahandkerchief, "You're crying, tell me the rest later, and eat, it's arestaurant."I looked up and smiled, "I did warn you I was a chatterbox," and I dabbedat my eyes."A compelling story though, I would like to hear more but not tonight,tell me on our next date."I gave him back his handkerchief, "I. Good gal strategy.I had the buttons undone so I started slobbering on my favorite pecker. “Tastes like you did a little gittin ready for our date yerself.”“Yeah, that’s why I cain’t ever get mad at yew. With daddy in jail so much for cookin shine, someone has to take care of Maw and the girls. Is that little brother of yours ready for pussy yet?”“Hell yes, but my Ma has been training him for a while and don’t want me to try him out yet. He has the biggest pecker of the bunch. Maybe yore daddie. We were invited to stay at their house and have dinner with them. It was odd seeing Negro servants in his home, but he assured me that they were happy, well treated, and paid for their work. He also teased me about being up to six wives now. I riposted that we could use another wedding ceremony once we were underway.“Jeb,” he called one of the male servants over, “this is the man I told you about,” he said; the servant’s eyes widened in surprise.Captain Roberts asked about our adventure and we.