"Alright boys," the hockey player said in a deep voice. This was the first time I had heard his voice. Hell, this was practically the first time anyon... had spoken all night, save for when I said I had my blindfold on and was ready. "Alright boys," he repeated, "Let's wrap it up. Time for you to cum." His tone was slightly condescending but also affectionate in a way. Almost the way a coach would speak to his players. I continued to grind my ass into the twinks face and jerked my cock off fast.. By now all 3 women had regular black boyfriends, in addition to the droves of other black men who came to call whenever it took their fancy.Sheila?s and Ann?s boyfriends were called Wayne and Leroy, as strapping pair in their mid twenties, whereas my daughters lover was an older man in his 40?s called Tony.Whereas by now Id learnt my place as servant to the superior black race, sadly there was one member of my family who hadn?t, my insolent son Robert.Id tried to explain to him that black men. " The woman raised her hand to her hair, running her fingers through in a nervous gesture. She stopped abruptly as her wig began to come loose.The man reached up to take the woman's hand in his own. He looked down at it, caressing it like a small, frightened animal. "And so do you, now." But, I... I don't..." The woman's words dissolved into tears. They took hold of each other and held tight. The moment passed. "It's all right," the man said, whispering into her ear. "Everything's going to be. She always got hurt when he was nice.She was allowed to work unbound but naked in the apartment and upstairs in the club. One of the smaller areas was having a private party tonight and the bar needed to be stocked. If her nakedness bothered her she didn't show it. The other staff, both male and female, were wary of her because of her special relationship with Mr. Smith. They could see his mark, his brand on her.For the most part, they tried to ignore her nudity, but for some of the men, it was.