The guys stared at me, but didn't say anything.And every day, I handed them towels, cleaned up the locker room, gotequipment out for them and ran laps...while they practiced.Everyday that week I went home with the Coach and served him. Thesecond weekend, I found myself in another house. It was the one wherethe party was.While I cleaned and cleaned. I saw slaveboys brought over, punishedand trained. More then one were tied and whipped. I feared that sooneror later I'd be out there...getting. But then she took over my whole stable. They wouldn't even listen to me without checking with her first. Then the lezzie had a brilliant idea. She started selling the db's services. That never works. Trust me I know from experience. That's why I can't go anywhere near Colorado."Miss Sturgess. I've heard just about enough. Do I need to call for security?"She scowled at me and stomped off.One of the two ladies remaining was an absolute stunner. She had it all. Huge tits, tight ass, beautiful face. He stands, turns her on the rope holding her up and plants a deep tongue-kiss, which she returns only because she's in such shock. Stacy's never had a black dick in her life, and this was one of the more amazing things to happen to her, in spite of the helpless condition in which she finds herself. As the black guy walks away, another white guy comes forward. "Hey, baby," he says pleasantly as he grabs the rope around her waist and tugs on it, pulling her toward the couch. Stacy glances up,. I did not need to peel off a lot of clothing as my brother did was many people would not admit to during the warm, early-autumn months which was sleep nude. Well, almost nude. He kept on a pair of light underpants. Today's underwear is sexy and creative, but in those days you might as well have worn light sweatpants to bed.I had already tossed off the blanket so I could drain my brother without getting uncomfortable - drinking blood always made me feel very hot, alive, and turned on in several.