Still, I needed to address this likely powerful being as if I were not a sniveling child about to pee his pants. "I am pleased to meet you. What can I... do for you ... and what would you like me to call you?"The voice laughed in my brain. "You probably would be unable to pronounce my name ... why don't you call me 'Gabriel'."I thought about why he had chosen the name and 'Gabriel' responded."If you think I picked this name based upon the Biblical connotation, you are correct. And no, I'm not God.. Then, she feels him climbing up onto the table above her feet. What the Fuck? Her mind starts to race. Is he just going to continue the massage? Is he going to go a little further and take some liberties with her? Is he going to stick that monster cock inside of her slick, wet pussy? While just a little alarmed, she finds herself conceding that the latter case would probably suit her just fine right now. She feels him sit astride her lower legs, pinning them to the table. His hands restart. ”“Bobo, you are a strange man sometimes.”“How much will you need for the lights?”“I’m thinking I might have to buy out every store in the area.” Doc kept counting and recounting and finally Bobo handed him his wallet.“I want receipts.” Bobo told him.LIGHTS!!Chapter SummaryIt’s starting to look a lot like Christmas... Mary came down to the barroom and mingled with the drunk-happy people. Bobo poured her a drink and slid it down the bar top to her. She smiled and winked a thank you to him and. Мы стояли лицом к лицу, при тусклом свете фонарей, но я смогла более чем чётко рассмотреть его всего. Он склонился надо мной и поцеловал меня, африканский аромат его тела свел меня с ума. Сколько мы целовались, я не помню. Но когда мы прекратили он повел меня дальше вглубь парка, пока мы не оказались на пляже. Было около двух часов ночи, на пляже при свете фонарей гуляло несколько пар, но и они исчезли в темноте.Мой же черный повелитель уводил меня все дальше и дальше от глаз людских, уводил.