So I could see what a natural cocksucker I was!I had only been sucking cock for about 5 minutes, before my jaw could no longer tolerate the job! Andre...noticed this, and told me to stand up! I stood up off the bed, and he turned me around, and started taking my clothes off... when I objected... he told me to, "Shut the fuck up!," and said I should have been naked BEFORE I started sucking cock! And, that white boys should never even be allowed to look at a nigger's dick with their clothes on,. That wasn’t so bad, I could live with that. What I found really weird was that, while I knew this was my brother, and so this was only a kind of pretend date, a part of my brain loved the idea that my first ever date was with this gorgeous guy. I’d loved him forever and now we were going on a date together. Sigh! To be honest I didn’t know any other boys I would want to go out with. So here I was, all prettied up and feeling just a bit tingly inside as we got ready to leave.Tara jumped up and. “Hi girls. I'm a good friend of Natasha and a New England Patriots cheerleader. She has tasked me with developing you girls into the real deal and wanted me to express her apologies. That being said Alex will run you through your stretches and warm-ups while I talk to our flyer Stacey and effective captain Vicky who can bring me up to speed on where we’re at with dances and stunts.”She pulled the two aside and said they needed to go for a ride. They got in the cart and zoomed back to the. “When can I move in?”“Any time,” she said. And just like that I was saved. Who needed billionaire brothers and their whores!It turned out that Angel and Henry were the co-owners of the place. Angel had needed a partner at one point and Henry, a high-end chef—not just a cook—wanted to retire from the artistic side of food and beverage and have a little fun and relaxation. He put up the cash, and she put up the partnership and they were in business, and the place did pretty good business overall..