You nudge me out from my nap with your feet. You murmur for me to take your breakfast refuse away. I begin to get up, but you tell me to stay on all f...urs. You place the refuse on my back carefully so I have to balance as I crawl away towards the kitchen. You ask that I bring you a large pitcher of water. You are kind enough to tell me I can walk back with the pitcher. Such a sweetheart, you are. You ask that I also bring back nail clippers so I can trim your toe nails. You warn me if I am bad. But then she opened them again and the math’s work in her book was right where she left it, and James was back at college. Sighing Anya did her work the best she could until the bell rang, racing out the classroom she practically threw her books into her locker before streaming out the school and into the parking lot. As always James’s 1967 Chevy Impala was waiting, its engine slowly purring like a Great cat. Opening her normal door Anya didn’t think to look before she sat down, only to find. My eyes are fixed to his trousers, as you want to see his cock! He takes off his trousers and his cock is already hard and his pants are pointed out as his cock fights his pants, one of his balls has fallen out his pants and it looks big and full of juicy cum. The look of his pants makes me damn horny and I can’t wait to get a look at this black cock. His black cock is warm in my hand and I can feel it get harder and the muscle move as his cock enjoys the feeling of my hand on it. My friend. I am petite though, that's my most dominant feature. Strange isn't it that being diminutive is a feature - and a dominant one at that - but I have to say it is. Guys seem to love petite women; I think it's because it makes them feel bigger. But no matter, it works for me and I've always gotten a fair amount of attention. I don't mean that as bragging, it's just how it was and truth be told still is for me. I have dark reddish-brown hair and green eyes. I'm just barely 5' tall and weigh around.