You see, she handled all the cooking and serving herself. But in spite of that, it seemed she was always just sitting, chatting in the living room and...nursing a glass of dry sherry. Lillian Collins was so excited, she couldn't see straight. The hors d'oeuvres, for example, were tiny works of art that tasted divine."Finally, we are called to the dining room. Kathy begins with paté de foie gràs with truffles, served with a vintage Chablis. Then she serves tournedos Rossini, soufflé potatoes — you. We sat down at my meeting tableand proceeded to work away. After a few minutes you starting fanning yourselfsaying how hot it was (and indeed it happened to be...) you pulled at your topand your tits were pushing to get out and I had to stare at you.....you sawme staring and i turned away, but at the same time you grabbed mt hands anput them on your tits. "I need you to satisfy my lust and make me cummm.I've fantasised all semester about doing this with you. I want you to fuck me.hard." I felt. I realized it was a good idea and they must have been well aware of the fact that bare legs would wind up with a lot of tiny cuts just moving through the tall grass and brush if they were not covered by something sturdy like a pair of thick jeans.I was bringing up the rear and I had a constant hard on because the sight of all those delicious rumps moving left and right so close and yet so far made my jockey shorts damp with pre-cum with repressed desire. I already knew what it felt like to be. Snap to it'. I replied, ' Yes, Sir!' and jumped up. My heart was racing. I was already worked out and smooth and smelled great, and myfavorite big black daddy dick was on it's way over to fuck me.. Hell, life is good. I treated myself to a toke of weed,and a hit of whiskey. I put on daddy's micro present. It felt good against my hips. Was tiny and smooth, like me.I put on red lipstick, and my 3 inch heels, and a tank top that shows my belly button piercing. Daddy loves a white trailertrash.