" "Man, the thing to do when you fall off is just get right back on," I was told; "get your social life started again." Nobody seemed to remember that... pre-Susan, my "social life" had been pretty much a zero; that kind of goes with the status of certified nerd. Besides, when you've had your dream and lost it, it's tough to get all excited over the idea of settling for an empty substitute.But my friends didn't want to listen to that, which they downplayed as "just whining." I'm not sure why. Meanwhile Cadogan watched with interest as she mixed up her mashed potatoes and gravy and dipped her carrots in the mixture before eating them. He could tell she had a slight case of OCD just by the way she ate. When she was done, she looked up at him and blushed when she realized he had been watching her the whole time. ‘There wasn’t any bologna or leftover pizza in your fridge was there?’ ‘No, but I figured I had to do something to lighten the mood.’ Cadogan grinned, making her laugh. ‘I. She told me to call her Nancy, and that she spotted me following Her in the store, and knew what I was up too. We sat on the couch and as she crossed and uncrossed her legs, and dangled one of the pumps off the tips of her toes. I was mesmerized, and my cock was aching. Nancy reached over and squeezed it through my jeans, and told me that her shoes were in need of a good polishing, and did I know of any shoe boys that might be able to assist her.I got off the couch and kneeled in front of her,. I’d heard talk that there was a new kind of fan, much lighter than the heavy one I had to use but Mistress wasn’t going to pay out for something that didn’t effect Her.I was sad that I was just a slave; something inside me felt it wasn’t right. But what could I do? I was just a nigger on Massa Turner’s plantation. My days were long but I considered myself fortunate that I had the love of my man Tom who they let me share my shack with.Tom was renowned as the hardest working nigger on the state..