" He beckoned again. "Hurry up. There's eggs 'n' toast 'n' stuff in the warmers in the kitchen. There's also hot water for coffee or cocoa or whatever...you want."Laura's hunger pangs overcame her shyness and she turned to the stairs and quickly descended into the great room of the lodge. Once on the main floor, she could see that the space under the rooms on her side of the lodge was divided into a large kitchen and dining room.She grabbed a plate and quickly filled it with eggs, bacon and. “Mmm. I taste very good on you.”With that point of fact – and it is a fact – you stand and walk to the opposite end of the table, then lean back against the window. The cold, night sky frames you. Enough light fills the room that I can make out every detail.“Stroke your cock, Derrick.”As I do, you lick your lips. A sigh escapes them.Eyes glued to my hand, you lift your left leg and place your heel-clad foot on the table. Your knee splays out, opening yourself to play.Your left hand slips down. Anyway I went around one Saturday afternoon , and he invited me into his house . He said we would have a cup of tea first as there was something he wanted to talk about . Well over the tea he looked me in the eye and said he new I had stolen some petrol from his car the previous year. I nearly chocked on my tea as I was so taken off guard . He then went on to say he saw me do it. I couldn't deny it as I had , My heart was thumping fast and I tried to explain I just need some petrol quickly for. It was for this reason that the Nubian strutted around the estate as the master. Max cared nothing for the whispers or slight disdain some might feel. He had selected the staff based on their openness and loyalty. He opened wide and swallowed the mighty Black rod.“Yes, my little princess,” Kuluc groaned. “Suck my large African dick. I’m going to fuck your womanly asshole hard and long.”“Oh yes sir,” mumbled Max.“Very good,” Kuluc added grabbing the Prince’s head. “Cause it to become wet..