I ran my tongue over his shaft as I began to pump up and down on his cock."Hey Leroy," he shouted out to the back of the stage "I got me a little whit... hoe here who needs more black cock."A few seconds later another large black man about forty appeared also dressed as a janitor. He came straight over and quickly pulled out his dick, which was nearly as big as the one I was sucking. The first janitor pulled out of my mouth, leaving a sting of pre cum and spit stretching from my lips to his cock. But it was the tone of the command that rankled, even more than the use of that filthy word. It was a word that they themselves used, in the heat of foreplay or passion, to describe their own womanly openings. But it was not a word to be used to describe the woman herself.The harsh sound brought Princess Carolyn back to reality. Her eyes blinked as she absorbed the fact that this was to be her initiation into the Cult of the Fourteenth Floor, the highest floor in the tallest dormitory building. It's a computer from a company called 'Apple.'" Apple? You mean the company that the Beatles started?" I asked.Aimee shook her head. "Apple was started by two guys named Steve in a garage about ten years or so ago."Once again, I felt that Rip Van Winkle feeling going through me again. I knew that the girls weren't really laughing at me, but at my confusion. Apparently, this Apple company had been around long enough that they simply didn't realize that I had never heard of it."What would anybody. I didn’t know where to start, but knew he wasn’t in any position to search himself, so i looked around the room on tables and what not. I made my way to the next room and saw that it was his bed room. I walked over to the table at the other end, past his bed, to see if he put the keys there.I heard a slam and looked back to see uncle Sharma standing at the door… and the door was closed!“Uncle”, I cried.“Saali, kitni chikni ho gayi ho” He said licking his lips.He was staring at me with obvious.