She strutted ahead as she led the way; the beautiful feminine scent of the house enveloped Fenton's senses, ensuring his excitement was perpetuated; h...is balls tingled with anticipation at seeing Hortense once more.The maid stopped, picked a cane from a selection in a huge vase, and whipped out at a kneeling male, who was crouched in a corner by a linen basket, at first unseen by Fenton. The male yelped with a sound which was part pain part pleasure, and then the maid picked a pair of panties. She slid down my swimming shorts and asked “You think you can use my pool without consequences eh?” She licked my inner though.. All the way to my balls.. tongue found it's way to my shaft to my head... She licked it slowly like a lollipop.. Teasing me. I couldn't say much but “I'm … sorry?” She just put her finger on my lips and said “Shh.. don't talk..” She began giving me sloppy head. Spitting on it, choking on it, rubbing her saliva up and down my shaft. I was ready to cum until she said. "Yeah, okay. What the hell," Mr. Davis agreed and I shook my head at him but he gave me a look."Danielle, time to earn your keep," Mr. Davis said and about then a large white man, one of the guys who'd been pissing, stepped into the stall and he was already reaching for his zipper.I pressed my thighs together and kept my hands over my penis, because this man didn't look like the sort of person who would want his cock sucked by a faggot. He was big and strong and looked like his nose had been. Something experienced but best forgotten. I threw on a pair of sweats and a t-shirt and was out the door.I knocked but there was no answer. So I just walked on in seeing Randy out back on the grill. He told me to help myself in the fridge and to bring him a cold one. Nothing was exchanged about our encounter and we both enjoyed the burgers and beer. I was maybe on my fourth beer when I walked back to his restroom. It was when I walked back in the den, I almost felt an air of tension. Something.