Smiling Mila was my waitress this morning, and the smile was wide the entire time. I'm not sure I saw her actually wait on anyone else while I was the...e either, though I tried not to pay too much attention to her. Her cheery "Welcome to Santa Rosa, Mr. James" as I walked out the door told me that there had to have been some sort of Mila – Kelli communications in the past twenty four hours, but I managed to hide my own grin until I had my helmet on and it was no longer visible.The ride out to. I gave each a big smile as I greedily sucked the fingers clean.I continued bringing beers. These new guys were now naked and were about the same size as the first man … huge. Now, I knew, everything was going to change. I gulped as I looked at two larger than average cocks and three larger cocks as they sprawled on the sofa and chairs. Somehow, it hadn’t hit me that day 2 had evolved into a sort of black gangbang. My experience was about to move dramatically from having one cock to five.I was. Do you want to be fucked in the ass?, he asked. Yes, she moaned. In this moment she would have done anything for him, and he knew. Doug grinned, turned her around to her knees and tied her arms again to the head of the bed with the handcuffs. He slapped her pretty little ass and stroke her pussy lightly. He felt she needed to cum and enjoyed that she were at his mercy… One moment later, he stroke with his cock over her asshole. She groaned and wanted him to enter into her now… He held off a. He seemed like somebody's granddaddy or somethin' I couldn't believe it was him, but thinkin' back I remembered him bein' there the other times."Now my Massa had a face. I took care of Miz Clitty that night while I thought about him. Not sittin' there on the bus in his wore out suit, but on the porch of the plantation house in one of those white suits. I know it sound stupid, but I was sixteen, and that's what I thought a Massa should wear. He was rubbin' on me and smilin' up at me. And I was.