Uh...Yassuh," she answered, a tone of defeat in her voice. "Yassuh...what?"I prompted. "Yassuh...uh...sir?" "Try again,cunt.? What would a good house ...iggerhave said?" "Uh...yassuh...Massa?" "Give thedarkie a watermelon!" I announced.?"You're not as stupid as I thought, itwould seem.? So, let's see if you can follow some simpleinstructions.? You know wherethe StarliteLounge is downtown?" "Yes...uh...yassuh,Massa." "Good.? Be there at nine o'clock tonight, in yourfinest slutwear.? You'll be...". ”“OK.”The next week was OK. We finished setting up the Christmas tree lot at work. I was now working most evenings after school and on the weekends. I wasn’t making as much in tips selling Christmas trees.I called the leads that Bob, and Mr. Roth had given me. We set appointments to meet for a business lunch.We started our finals at school, but I wasn’t really worried about any of them. The only wrinkle was that I was taking the first and second semester finals in NJROTC.Friday, I stopped at. .. "You look...I should still whip...how...why...this is..." Then hepaused for a moment, then I saw him grin, which might be good, or not,depending. "Since you say that you like doing this so much, and obviouslyyou're quite...good at it, maybe you should get the chance to prove it!"Drawing himself upright... "Maybe we should just see how much you reallylike being a girl!" Huh?" Since, as you say, you're already taking care of the house anyway, and youtell me, which is obvious just looking at. We arrived at a smart, small house, with a neat living room and a bigger bedroom and everyone was present aside from the big dick- we hoped he would make it. After a glass of wine myself and Angela starting kissing and stroking, while Bob and the wife were exciting themselves on a sofa, while our much younger host was tidying up. We moved to the bedroom, where we were soon half naked, Angela's pert nipples coming in for my attention, while I felt her cunt with two fingers inside and one,.