He was coming to our house at 2pm. Gaynor had told me that he (alan) was married, he was 38 and she knew him as he used to date one of her old schoolf...iends. The night she had met him he had fucked her twice in his car, and she seemed keen to get him into our bed!Alan arrived 10 mins early, but we were ready. Gaynor was upstairs on the bed wearing black stockings, black lace knickers and a see thro top. I answered the door, strangely it wasnt awkward at all as i had feared. Alan was a nice guy,. I read magazines, watched television, and even used the internet sometimes. Slaves weren't supposed to use the internet and even freeborn blacks didn't have unlimited access, but Mr. Reiser never bothered to turn the black filter on. When the weather was warm, I'd sit outside by the pool. I did some exercise everyday, some dance aerobics mostly, but diet and hormones were giving me a real body and the exercise was just for fun really.I had changed a lot over the previous year. Besides having. Munchkin shookher head. "No thank you, stud,' she said. "You're too much man for me. Icouldn't handle that cobra.''Stephen's chest swelled. The truth was that his cock was average atbest. But all guys imagine themselves to be mighty, don't they?He reached out, tugged on Echo's hair. He slid his penis along Echo'sbackside. Munchkin could see Echo's own small cock laying flaccidlyagainst the chair. It was a sissy's dick. It's tiny, and it's non-threatening.Stephen reached around, caressed her. ”“Hey, I resemble that remark.”My phone interrupted us by chirping. The incoming text was from Cal saying that they were on the plane and about to set off.“Well,” I said, “they’re on the way.”“How long does it take?” Mike asked.“About two hours. Cal’s taken the book I bought her for her birthday with her to read.”“What was it again?”“La Nilsson. It’s the autobiography of her favourite singer.”“Harry Nilsson?” Keith asked, “I didn’t know she was into him.”“No, Birgit, a Swedish Soprano.” Sang a.