"Why? I ask curiously. I don't mind, and I am sure it will help your sore feet. If you feel uncomfortable I understand, it is very forward of me to as... to touch your feet."I am not wearing socks, and I am sure they stink." She replies."Easily taken care of if you like. Why don't you go wash them really quick, and then come back here, the floor is clean, and they won't be very dirty from the sink to my desk. " I say. She looks at me again, and gives a slight nod. Walks away to what I hope is the. There was something interesting there when he got around to think about it... home all day... convenient as hell and just about his own age... he'd get to that in due time, but he didn't want to clog his mind with her at the moment. Later... and he left them smiling after him.Back at the plush main-house, he made himself another tall one and slumped into a chair. If only he didn't have that godamned heavy gambling debt to Bovino hanging over his head, he could concentrate all efforts on. He stood looking in the mirror and feeling himself, it felt GOOD. He began working shaving cream all over his cock and balls and edged for a while but was saving it up for his best friend He showered and then borrowed a little of his sister’s perfume putting it on his ass and balls. It burned for a bit, but this subsided by the time he pulled on a pair of lacy pink panties…the one with several black bows along the belt line. The rest of the panties and bras, he wrapped up and put his. My cock flinching in my pants as he called me faggot and cock sucker, and reminded me of my whiteness.And I obeyed, trying to please him, trying to take more into my mouth. This again confusing me. Why would Iwant to please this black bully?Second, every time he called me a cock sucker, my hard cock flinched in my pants.Again this confused the hell out of me.1. I had never sucked cock before, never considered sucking cock before... yet here I was with my mouth full.2. Although I wasn't a cock.