“My slave name, Sir,” she replied.“What is your birth name, slave?” I demanded.“Alexia Lidiya Maikov, Sir,” she replied.“How old are you...” I demanded.“Nineteen, Sir,” she answered confidently.“What happened, slave?” I asked.“It’s my fault, Sir. I knew my Master was ill and I should have stayed awake all night to watch him like I did yesterday. I fell asleep,” she wailed.“Did I give you permission to whine?” I asked angrily.“No, Sir,” she sniffled.“Then why is a lowly slave keeping these. Her pussy lips were parting apart more and more.Her pussy hole was now completely visible, and it was pointing right at my face, or rather, my cock. I could even see her asshole right now! Was she inviting me to fuck her? My body moved by itself closer. But then she also started to back off.I understood the hint. She doesn’t want to go that far. I kept stroking my cock. And she came back to a relaxed position. She bet her lips, and her right hand found her wet pussy. She started to rub it, and. His big hand moved to my full breast and squeezed. My hand slid lower and lower until it encircled his big, beautiful black cock. As I squeezed I felt it come to life in my hand, growing thicker and longer. I pulled back and looked into Allen's eyes. I never let go of the thick black cock, growing in my hand. I winked at Allen and started to slowly stroke his cock. I wondered how big it would get when it was fully hard and wondered to myself if this was to be my first "perfect 10." I then. "there was a story all about her wearing one of these." Yeah right," I said reluctantly, there goes my midmorning fuck.I slipped on the jacket and did up the 3 buttons."You should go to work like that," he leered, "wouldn't it be neat having your tits naked under that jacket?" How is this flashing my boobs," I said looking at myself in the mirror." No, no, it's fucking fantastic," he enthused, "god, don't you see."No not really, but if it makes him happy and I get a good fucking who am I to.