Maybe I spilled something on them? No, then shed ask why I was in her room in the first place, and I know shed assume if I was close enough to spill s...mething that I saw the vibrator and dildo too, and thatd make things real awkward. Maybe I can tell her I saw the bed was messed up and figured she wanted to wash the sheets and cover and take them downstairs. Then I can pretend I wrapped the toys in the blanket without noticing them and put them in with the wash. But then that might mess the. Smiling demurely, and walking slightly behind him, I followed him to the temple of his patron deity. He wanted to show off his new slave.Smiling graciously through gritted teeth, I stood meekly next to him. I was never introduced, after all, I was only a slave, but their greedy eyes followed me. Talk of slaves, slavers, and raiding dominated the discussion. These were influential people, and they considered debating the finer points of slave raiding casual conversation. This goddamn temple is. She was quiet, shy and seemed to blend in rather than stick out. Three days after the wedding we relocated to my new duty station, a thousand miles away from Momma. Momma didn’t like that. I thought things went pretty well for us. I got promoted three times in the next four years. We moved to another duty station, an island in the Pacific, and we started a family. On the occasions when we went on leave we went home. Her parents, brother and sister lived five miles from my parents and sister. . I started going at his cock more and more, stroking the base with my one hand while licking up and down the shaft and then stuffing as much as I could in my mouth. My new friend would let out the occasional moan and as I continued to suck his black pole he started talking dirty to me. Saying things like, "Yeah suck that black dick" or "Take my cock" or "Damn that feels good", "You black meat don;t you". Just saying stuff like that. Now, for some reason, steam rooms make me horny and so do black.