She was buy this time humping my tounge feeding me her tasty brew. She finnaly had enough backed away smiling good job of clean up turning and walking...away. I wiped my chin and headed to the front to see if I had any customers. None sow I headed back to finish cleaning. I finished returned to the front of the store to find a young black guy shopping and showing off his monster black cock,when I didn't take the bait he brought the stuff that he wanted to buy up to the counter leaning over to. I did not reply and kept on walking towards a booth. The man insisted and then I turned to him. He was a tall black guy, dressed in a tight t-shirt and jeans. He walked in behind me. I felt that night I was in the mood for a big black cock; so, I did not object anything when the black guy entered the booth after me. I sat down on a bench and spread my legs a little; I stared at him and he smiled…He stood before me and he started to undo his jeans. He let them fall to the floor. In the dimly lit. You’re wearing shorts so I’m only going to push your shorts up a bit to see if you’ve got hurt.”My mom clearly hadn’t heard me fall and things were going according to plan. I pretended to hesitate.“No, I’m fine …” and I groaned a little more and even though my left hand was on my thigh, I made sure I applied more pressure on my dick. Not enough to hurt me, obviously.“Listen, are you sure you hurt your leg?”“What? Yeah. Fine see for yourself.”She sighed and pushed my shorts up my leg. She found. I looked up and could see thatit was Travis, the delivery guy that always comes to my house.I had talked to him many times before, and he had told me before how heenvied me for having such a nice house and now here I am nude on all fourslooking up at this guy. He was around 17 years old, average looking, about190 pounds with red hair. His hair was eye length and shaggy.Travis walled into the room and said "what is going on in here?"Oh this? This is our fag slave. It does whatever we tell it.