She placed the cup of water on the desk."Here you are, sir," she said and stood waiting for his response."Thanks, girl," he told her, looking up at th... negress. "I appreciate it. That's all for now." You're welcome, sir," she said warmly.Back at the reception desk, Shanika spent the rest of the day answering the phone and thinking about Mr. Whitlock and way he seemed to enjoy having her serve him. Her time at the Plantation Club taught her to take pleasure in pleasing and serving white men and. I waited patiently like a good slut should. Then, it happened. That huge weapon touched my boy pussy and started searching around. He was gentle, at least at first. As he found the best angle to use, he started pushing. Gradually, he entered. It hurt. I said nothing. He pushed more. I could feel the head entering me. I was in heaven. The guys were all clustered around, watching and encouraging him to "bust the little bitch wide open" and things like that. They wanted him to abuse me, but he. “Is that an order?” Whitaker asked, his cock straining in Hamilton’s grasp.“Yes,” she snapped, yelping as Rocío prized the heaving bosoms from the shackles of her bra, and pinched her erect nipples between her thumb and forefinger.“Say it, then. Order him.” The challenge was met with a chorus of giggles from those gathered as Hamilton turned and lay face down on the bed, his bottom raised to expose the dark black butt plug that was inserted into his anus. Whitaker leaned over him, his mouth. I just know that I wanted your cock in my mouth, and I wouldn’t wait for your approval. Getting back on the bed, I spread your legs further and knelt between them. Just as you opened your mouth to say something, I put my hand over it. Shaking my head no, I hoped that you would take the hint and keep your mouth shut. I just knew that if you spoke, there was a possibility that you would ruin the moment.“Don’t say a damn thing! Please, just sit back and enjoy this. Let me do this one thing for.