I am by no means a health nut, but I like to keep my five-foot-nine-inch, 190 pound body in decent shape. When I walked inside, my nose was taken over...by the smell of sausage.“When you finish your shower, I’ll start the eggs,” my baby called out from the kitchen.“Come suck my dick now,” I retorted.“Coming sir.”Oh, where are my manners? I’m Darryl Smith. I’m a 37 year old brown skinned Black man living in the Midwest. I teach auto mechanics at a vo-tech school and I own a slave. Yeah, that’s. I’ll just probably stay here… my dreamboat might call the landline instead. See ya!’ Denise broke the connection. Stan folded up his phone and replaced it in his pocket, while saying, ‘It looks like Denise has picked up a fella!’ he told the two women. ‘She’s going to wait there to see if he calls, it sounds like she’s excited at the prospect!’ Elaine grinned, but Anne wasn’t clued in. ‘What’s that about? Did Denise pick up a guy on holiday?’ ‘Sounds like it!’ Elaine told her, ‘She’s quick,. Who else would have done it?As for the hard on, he could vaguely recall a dream he'd had. No details, but trying to dredge up the memory only made his cock strain a little more.With a sigh and a stretch, James stood and slowly began to dress.When he was done, he noticed that there was an unsightly bulge in the front of his jeans. For a moment James considered jerking off to get it down, but that seemed a touch distasteful at the moment. Shrugging into a long, loose shirt he shambled out of his. My current Colin had mentioned some years ago that his ancestors had searched the ship. I know they hadn’t found my stash, as it was still there when I came back. They had damn near ripped the ship apart though. I wasn’t happy when I found it like that.He’d also mentioned they had found some odd magical items in some of the bedrooms. If my items had been corrupted, I wondered what state those items would have been in, and possibly were still in.If Colin’s relatives had claimed them, then it was.