“These are the parents of that girl that call you namestoday.” She told her daughter. “I think it time theyshowed proper respect for...a black lady. I’m sure youcan find some good use for the slave boy here while Ishow this slut her proper place.”“Of course, mom,” she said. As I watch the mistress tugon my wife leash and led her crawling on the floor toanother room.“Come here and lick my feet white boy,” Gayle said.I immediately complied and. Brett, that sounds great! See you at 11 tomorrow. I can hardly wait. Just one question: Is it your plan to spring for this big lunch? Just kidding! I can hardly wait. Jenny. Jenny wasn’t the only one who was going to have trouble waiting. I was so surprised she had not asked for a photo first, but clearly that suggested she was more interested in the person. The hours dragged by the remainder of that day. The next morning Jenny was instantly on my mind. I arrived at my office shortly before 9. Also there was a smaller theater area. In reality it was a large screen TV with a series of levels where one could sit or lay out and enjoy the movie that was playing. I will say I spent many an afternoon laid out along one of those levels both giving pleasure as well as receiving it. Mostly I enjoy giving pleasure because as I have written that's what I thrived on. It made me feel good as I was in a world I felt I truly belonged in rather than that pretend one I lived and suffered in. She bucked her hips against his mouth and cried out, telling him she was going to cum, asking him for permission to cum, ‘Oh, oh I'm going to cum. C… can I cum, please?’ He grunted his approval and her whole spine arched backwards. Kitty spasmed hard as he ripped his fingers out of her and thrust his tongue deep inside her moist cleft. He felt her small gush of hot creamy liquid on his tongue, and it tasted so sweet he groaned himself. She became so wet, it dribbled onto his chin. Rick came up.