I leaned back onto my elbows and fucking moaned. “Shit, stud,” I told him, “you got me in the palm of your fucking hands!”“Good,” he said ...uietly, and then went back to servicing my cock.Every once in a while, Napoleon took his mouth off me and just kept repeating, “Damn!” I’d reach down with one hand, wipe off some spit and pre-cum collected on his scruffy chin and feed it to my self. Then I’d stick my wet fingers in his mouth, put my hand on the back of his head and then set him back to. " She chuckled, oh she said, you're a sweet mouth aren't you? No wonder Misses Bromley liked you so much.' I froze at her name, no one knew, I thought, I certainly didn't tell anyone. 'Oh, she said, you thought no one knew about it , huh,? Son, there are few secrets in a place like this. Don't worry, she said taking another drag on her cigarette, my lips are sealed she smiled and even winked at me.' She gathered her robe and some things and left the room. Getting the necessary. There was my Angela, on the dance floor, looking like something from my wildest fantasies, and doing some of the things in my dreams! Except she wasn’t doing them with me.My mouth hung open as I looked at her on the dance floor, also ensconced by a group of black men who had designs on her body. Who wouldn’t, based upon her attire. She was wearing a sheer white blouse, one with chest pockets right over her breasts. She needed those pockets, as it was very obvious from her erect nipples that. I could look out of the windows and see quite a bit of the countryside.I saw a car enter the grounds and I heard it pull up to the front.Then I heard The Voices that upper crust accent of two of Marjorie's friends arriving. It was 'Daaaaarlinggggg this' and 'Daaaaarlinggggg that', I was glad that I was out of it and hoped that Marjorie wouldn't introduce them to us.Fortunately, she didn't but I lay awake and could occasionally hear them depending where they were located. Soon the car left and I.