During all this Doris gazed at him with that adoring glazed over expression. I, for all the world, existed only as a fixture."I'm sorry sir," I said. ...Will there be anything else sir? I was then ordered to fill their plates from the bowls and to sprinkle salt and pepperto their liking. He then pointed at a spot behind him, where I was to stand and wait.In the days that followed Doris insisted that I call her madam and serve her even when the boy was at school or working at the grocery store.. ”“I’m not sure if that’s any good,” Betsy said with a smile.Like her father, Betsy did enjoy the occasional lawyer joke. Unlike her father, she didn’t do it around Native Americans. She did understand the attraction that such a past-time could hold.“I’ll make sure he’s a doctor or engineer,” the man said frantically.Betsy said, “I guess in the slim chance that your children grow up to be good people, I should leave your testicles alone.”“Thank you,” the man said with a lot of relief in his. A guy by the name of Bill, although I knew it wasn’t his real name because Herold called him Taylor, came to me right after I had finished with a handsome black guy who called himself Vic. The reason for mentioning Bill was because he had an oversized, curved cock in the shape of a banana. He was more than thrilled to be fucking a girl that was so wet and slippery. Apparently, he didn't realize he was getting slippery seconds, but he loved it and I was rewarded when he pounded into me with his. Awhooo. Chhwz! Huuuh. Hoh, hoh, hoh. HOH. Whooof."Tommy laughed out loud at my discomfort. "Never smoked one before?" Uh, no, not really." No point in trying to be cool when your face is redder than a third-degree sunburn and you're about to puke."You'll get used to it," he said."Of course," I said, taking a tiny drag on the cigarette and pushing the smoke immediately out from between my lips. "Hoh. Awhooo." I gulped. "That was better." Yeah," he laughed.We finished those two, then talked for a.