She was well dressed for the foggy winter day. Shiny black leather high heeled boots and a long billowy skirt flowed out from her bustier and over her...bustle. As usual the blouse was delicate white silk, The bottom was a dark grey linen. A grey damask jacket covered her arms. A silver chain with a carved jade leaf hung from her ivory neck. The small bowler hat was cocked over an eye as ginger locks were scarely covered, ruffling out upon her regal shoulders. She heard the news shouted by. I thought my misadventure was at an end, but no. ‘Lick my dick clean nigger!’ he ordered and so I did. Within a few seconds his weapon of destruction became hard again. I realized I was now performing an oral act upon him. This was something I had never done for Tom, who had said ‘you’re my woman, not my slave’After a few minutes of sucking Massa’s manhood he exploded into my mouth. It tasted horrible, but when he asked me, ‘did you enjoy that wench?’ I answered, ‘yes Massa, thank you Massa.’On. “Wet through the bikini? Damn, someone is ready to go!” Carolina smiled and rolled her eyes, but didn’t argue with him as she dropped her head back down to the pillow. She held her breath a second later as she felt his fingers run along the edge of the bottoms next to her pussy and then pull it aside. “Holy shit,” she heard Michael whisper. She looked up again. “What now?” He smiled at her, “Nothing at all. Just the most gorgeous pussy I’ve ever seen. And maybe the wettest. But I just realized. . . Thursday she made the final preparations. She carefully, painstakingly shaved her pussy to make Caesar's conquest as easy as posible. He'd never had to hit a target that small before, and she's never even had any children. She made sure Caesar was ready too. She bathed and combed him and made sure everything was nice and clean. She went even further than that. She lovingly massaged and kneaded his gigantic testicles. She caressed and stroked his penis, coaxing it to its full.