Put on a pair of Sunday pants and a nice shirt, will y'all? I'm dressing for dinner tonight." Dressing fancy?" Uh huh. I fixed a first class dinner to...ight. We'll even eat in the dinning room. I thought it would be a nice change."Dinner took a little longer to get on the table than Pam predicted. Even though she had it ready in time, her requesting Sunday Dress was her own undoing. Ron was ready but had to wait for her. He spent the time explaining to Debbie over the phone that he'd worn. Why would they? Kevin asked. You came to my aid today, I replied. You let me worry about that it does not concern you, Kevin said as he started to walk away. I had to catch up with him this time and as I did I asked, Kevin, why did you do that today? Kevin stopped and he looked me in my face then down at my tits as he replied, Because I owned you, as he smiled while still staring at my breasts. I figured he was talking about what we had done in the woods yesterday on the way home. I was not for. I got a good reply and photo (with cock shot of course) from a good looking guy called Vincent. I told him what I wanted - "As many of the biggest black friends you can get together - minimum size 9 inches to spend a whole day and night fucking me Vincent. Also, you must film everything" I picked a date when I knew Luke was away on business and organised a large hotel suite with an emperor bed. I bought some really slutty clothes and shaved my cunt completely. As I drove to the rendezvous I. “Morning, Ma’am, got a parcel here for you!” I thought I heard a strange undertone in her voice while she smiled at me with clear, blue eyes, but I blinked and told myself that I wasn’t really awake yet. It was hard not to stare at her boobs, two small oranges that were just the right size for her sleek body. Their shape was perfectly hugged by the top, and they appeared just so firm and inviting. “Uhm, come in, please,” I stammered and stepped to the side. “I’ll just put it on the table,” she.