Her pussy was running with clear liquid; she was flooding the sheets and so desperate to feel a hot cock inside her. Leroy grabbed her hips and rolled...her onto her back. She looked up at him, almost in awe. His cock was bouncing up and down to his pulse, a string of pre-cum seeping from it and he looked down at her and said, “Beg for it. Beg for my black cock you horny white slut!” She gazed at him, totally under his spell. “Please,” she whispered. “Please what?” growled Leroy. “Please fill me. If it pleases me to see you get the shit fucked out of you by the gardener, you would obey,” I said.“I love The Dream, Master! I really do!” Karen agreed, and I think that was the first time she’d said it in exactly the way I felt about it. Like THE DREAM was a title and not just a super hot memory to us both. Unfortunately, she attempted to put a damper on things by reminding me, “But if you don’t untie me soon, Sir, Joe is going to come home from football practice and walk in that door!”“I. .. you'd... um... help me out... you know," he says, nodding towards the bulge in his pants. "You really do deserve it," I tell him. "Only once, though," I tell him as I kneel on the floor between his legs and start unfastening his belt. "I can still smell her," he says, sniffing his fingers. "That's just rude!" I laugh. "You don't sniff one woman's aroma while you're asking another woman to blow you!" "Oh God! I'm sorry, Aunt Sara," he says, pulling his hand away from his face. "I'm just. “We have no idea. She isn’t saying to anyone what her goals are. Only her teacher knows and he isn’t telling either.”“Gunther Schmidt, a professor emeritus from Max Plank, who Miss Larkin has frequent conversations with may have some ideas, but since his communications are now encrypted, we can no longer intercept their weekly talks.”“Dear, you have packages from UF.”“Did it say who the sender is?”“EPI.”The middle-aged engineer set down his soldering iron, his G Gauge transformer had a poor.