She stepped out of it, and stood in her underwear for the client to admire her. She was so nervous, she thought her teeth would rattle. She had chosen...her outfit carefully, as Izzy had instructed her. She still had to go shopping for the numerous outfits she would need. Izzy had paid her two grand in advance, now she had to earn the money.Her best Marks and Spencer frillies, red lacy bra, with matching thong, lace topped hold-ups. She needed a suspender belt, or three, but for now hold-ups were. ” “Just like my little Rachel. You two have blossomed into very beautiful women. I sure do wish I was young again sometimes,” my Uncle Blake said, sort of hitting on me. I smiled at my uncle and leaned in and gave him a kiss on his cheek. I took a sip of my punch afterward and began to mingle with other family members. However, I could not help but notice the way my Uncle Blake stared at me as I went and as I talked to others that I had not seen in a long. Like a beat in heat, I rubbed myself against the satiny skin of my ebony lover,begging him to sexy satisfy my illicit immediate horny hot hunger.All I remember of that first forbidden night long coitus was his long, hard cock made me insanewith lust when it entered my aching cunt. Dimly I do remember that my tireless black lover twice more ventured his youthful lust over my body. I pleaded for him to return the following night.Fortnight of long nights having my brain fucked out by a black boy. Do you think I could stay the night?"The monks graciously accept him, feed him dinner, and even fix his car. As the man tries to fall asleep, he hears a strange sound; a sound like no other that he has ever heard.The next morning, he asks the monks what the sound was, but they say,"We can't tell you because you're not a monk."The man is disappointed but thanks them anyway and goes about his merry way. Some years later, the same man breaks down in front of the same monastery.The monks again.