I gave her my number and told her to call when she finished her duty hours. I couldn’t stay there for long as I was on duty. I bid goodbye and left....ater that day, she gave me a call and enquired how was my day. I asked her how was hers. And we had a casual talk for like 15 minutes. She told me she had to go take a shower to which I asked if she needed help rubbing her back. She laughed and said, “Your a naughty boy” and hung up.The next few days I didn’t see her around. I was sad but suddenly. .. well Slave Kay, we are waiting? My mind raced as Johns white cock was every bit as big as his black manservant’s! This was where sexual fantasy and the reality of my dirty sinful little mind, one of being a submissive sex slave would be put to the test! My first thought was which one? I was a young innocent looking dark haired girl, but I had the most nasty and perverted sexual fantasy's, that no one knew about, this was my advantage, and because John was my master the decision was. Her heart pounded in her chest.“You’re very eager,” Kamarrah breathed, rubbing her pussy against Amelia. “I suppose I’ll repay your attentiveness.”Warmth enveloped Amelia’s body. Kamarrah melted against her torso, sinking lower. Soft lips traveled down from her navel, sending shuddering waves of anticipation through her. With each loving kiss, the dildo plunged into her sensitive depths. She moaned into Kamarrah’s cunt between probing and sucking.Kamarrah teased Amelia’s swollen clit, and an. ’ ‘Oh, no. She insisted on giving me the money. She feels awful about what happened, God bless her, and said it was the least she could do.’ ‘May she have a speedy recovery,’ I smiled, truly touched by the generosity and kindness of the woman. ‘I’ll go do that now.’ ** The Farmer’s Market was just outside the little town, and it was pretty crowded. Women brought home-made baked goods and lemonade to sell along with all the fresh fruits and vegetables sold by the basket, bushel or bag. I smiled.