To her, that was a fundamental difference between the rich white folk and the poor colored folk… simple expectations. What does he do for a living, ...anyway? she wondered. What am she getting herself into, this strange man with an odd manner about him, talking in such a way to her She wondered if he was a gangster… a bootlegger. For some reason, that possibility uneasily excited her… the attraction of good girls for bad boys. ‘What’s her address?’ That’s was a good question, it wasn’t like there. She reached up to her neck, grasping the oval of ivory on her choker. Lacie yanked sharply, pulling with all her strength. The thin lace parted, and with a soft ripping sound, Lacie tore her choker free. Lacie looked down into her hand, a moment of apprehension flitted through her, making her second guess her reasons for pulling the choker free. The moment was quick to pass, though, once Lacie looked at the destroyed piece of jewelry again. She had been so happy to put it on, to receive the. .. well, Benny was unique.The husband and wife had reversed roles. The cook, the husband, was preparing a large lunch for later. He was probably the best cook Benny had ever had. The gardener, the wife, was tending to the garden harvesting tomatoes and peppers for the salad. She was definitely the best gardener in the state.It was odd working for a man who would stare off into space for days at time, only eating what was set on the desk in front of him. They knew he didn’t taste the food, but. By now Jack's sense of smell and his even stronger sense of curiosity was killing him and as he looked at her sweet pussy he moved his mouth towards it. At the last moment he stopped just short of touching her moistness and with a sharp draw of breath he could not only smell sex; but taste it. Having been so close he now realised he truly wanted this. Grasping her hips he pulled his mouth closer to her one more time. He pressed his lips into her yielding pussy and flicked his tongue out and.