..accidentally told them that I have a boyfriend and that I'd...that I'd bring him along. The thing is I've been so wrapped up in...in my career that ...I haven't had anything in...oh...a year?" Ooookay...and?" Well my sister was over and she found a picture of you and me after that volleyball game hugging...and...she asked if you were the guy and...and...I didn't know what to say so I said yes. You were my boyfriend...and I know you aren't, and now I'm stuck and I just don't know what to do. I. How about we get them back tonight and you help me?”There was a long silence before Janet mumbled: “You think it would be OK? Who?” “How about your brother?” “Are you crazy my brother? Why him.”It was decided on Janet’s brother, Tim, a few years younger then they, he would be the guest of honor. They went on and on about it, but it was quite clear neither of them had any idea what sex was about except now Betty was hooked on it, I could tell she wanted more, once a teenager is hooked on fucking. Seeing the whites scurrying around serving the Blacks in attendance shows an order that is to be admired by all intelligent people. Your Black Friends will be impressed by Your Status and Power when They see how well your white slaves serve and how happy they are in doing so. They will be asking You about how They too can own white servants. You will be a very popular Person with other Blacks seeking such capable and well trained white slaves as those They witnessed at Your home or office.6.. . naughty," she giggled once again taking my hand as we headed outside into the warm sunshine together."Yes, it does, and that's the whole point," I said grinning at her. We didn't walk far, the cabin well within sight as we made our way down towards the lake, stopping just short of it in a small little swell where wild grass grew thick, and the soft sandy beach wasn't so far away that we couldn't run down to it, and from there into the lake for a swim if we chose to do so.I spread our blanket.