I smiled and said can I get some water. She smiled and said thought you might ask whisky or brandy. I said yh why not but a glass of water first pleas...e.She gave me the glass of water and then she removed her coat. She was wearing a beautiful t shirt saying naughty but nice. Sod the naughty sod the nice. My eyes were glued to those torpedoes just looking at me with earnest. She sensed that and walked up the stairs and said the drinks are in the drinks rack to the left of the fridge. The glasses. I didn’t covet my father’s cock in particular. I was more smitten with the black bulls who worked the fields. But I was on the cusp of being a man and was making the discoveries of sexuality that went with that. My eye was not on females, the women slaves or my sisters, or Sydney Sheldon’s mother at Sheldon Grove. I was smitten with the men on the plantation—the black bulls of the field.Sydney Sheldon was helping to prepare me for the world of men fucking men. He claimed to have known it all. Most of that area of the state was totally flat agricultural land. During the last Ice Age, the glacier had passed over the whole area like a rasp. However, right in the middle of this featureless landscape, there sat this immense rock like a blister on an otherwise smooth surface. As they came closer, they saw that it was not a totally smooth rock-face any more but that, over time, the seasons had broken down the surface and that here and there, some scrawny trees and brush had grown in. Her mouth was near overflowing and her tongue was not visible. I heard Mike wisper “fuck me!” as he was snapping images over my shoulder with the still camera. I thought that it is sure great to have guy’s as experienced as they were working with me.“Get up and show each man here that you are a dog’s cum dump.” Dave commanded.The trainer gave the dog another whispered command and he dropped down and returned to her side.Shannon closed her mouth and stood up. John and I followed her around as.