(He said I bet you make some good tips and started laughing .) Then I got my long coat it came past my skirt by about 5 inch. We got in to the car and...was there in no time. As we got to the place there was 6 car's there so we went in and Stan meet us at the door and opened it for me. When we got in 5 more guy's where seated at a table so Stan took us over to them and introduce us to them. They where John ,Mike ,Steve,and Trot and Ben we knew already and they all where black guy's. Mike took a. We were both pretty wet at this point. She slowly pulled out the waistband of my Bikini bottom and gently lowered it, taking care to run her fingers around my ass cheeks and then around to my pussy. As always, she pulledBack my vaginal lips, exposing the little nub she called my “clitty.” This time, though, instead of laying me down on the bed as she’d done the last couple of times we’d done it, she leaned forward while I was still standing, almost touching her nose to my pussy. She kind of. When he felt her fingernail pushing gently at the entrance to his bottom, it was like an electric shock shooting through his body but especially through his excited prick, which hurt as it momentarily became so solid and swollen. He was sure it was only because he was too swollen to allow his spunk to shoot up his length that prevented him cumming there and then. He could feel his engorged member bouncing against her tongue as she tried to carry on massaging him with her tongue. Her fingernail. My voice showed a shade of concern, but I obeyed and entered my home. What hit me as I cleared my mind was her tone, warm, soft, not commanding, but asking. Also she had called me by my free name, not by my slave names. Now my heart was fighting between fear and joy. What did that mean? Was she releasing me as slave, keeping me away, or worse, was she thinking about giving me to someone else? Was she tired of me? Or she was starting to be fond of me somehow? This strange behaviour and the.