" I like it," I'd long since decided. "Get my shoulders too, Tom Henry." You ain't no slave anyway," he told me. "Not if you can ask a question like t...at." Is that right," I said, giving a little groan as his hands worked my shoulders nicely."A negra like you? Shoot ... I heard of it." Heard of what?" Heard about freeborn negras and ya'all living in big houses and driving fancy cars and all that." Is that so?" I giggled."You got a daddy, right?" he asked me, and I nodded. "He got a big house. I know she is physically attracted to you, so..." I didn't complete the sentence. Kelly appeared.She breezed in to the kitchen, glowing despite the lack of sleep. She was wearing a soft blue and white patterned top with a loose matching blue wrap over skirt. As she walked, she showed glimpses of her thigh. She kissed me good morning. She had that sparkle in her eyes again. The three of breakfasted together and chatted like old friends.Carl left shortly after breakfast. We shook hands."Bye, Ben.. Ashira and Jake laughed as Jake helped Ashira to her feet. ‘What is for dinner?’ Ashira wanted to know. ‘Manicotti,’ Sunshine replied. After they had finished eating, Ashira turned to Jake. ‘Can you drive me to the salon? I have some paper work to finish up,’ Ashira asked. ‘Yeah, give me five minutes to finish something in my room and I’ll meet you in the car,’ Jake agreed. True to his word, five minutes later, Jake met Ashira in the car. They rode the fifteen minute ride to the salon in. He had me suck him hard and then stroke him until he shot his load onto my chest and corset, which by now was a mess of spittle, drool and cum. Such a nasty site I was, my makeup smeared, lipstick a mess and smeared and sweat from my eyebrows caused my mascara to run! :)By now about 30 minutes had gone by and I needed a break. I pushed the door closed and put my foot on it so no one would push in. Phew. I cleaned up, took out my mirror and fixed myself up. I fondled my little cock to to pump it.
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