I told her she was not allowed torelieve herself until she was done eating, and that she had to have at leastthree different foods and one full glass ...of a drink with it. I placed a plateon the table with three separate sectioned areas. I told her to fill eachsection, and I gave her a 21 ounce glass. She was lightly crying, but sheimmediately took off to prepare food. It took her about eight minutes toundercook some scrambled eggs, spam, and mashed potatoes. I laughed at the lastdish, but it?s. For two weeks we talked normally, there was some flirtation but nothing compared to the phone sex. During one of our shifts at night, he brought me coffee and asked me if, at the end of the shift, I would give him a ride to his car. That was normal for him to ask because I had a parking space and he had to park on the other side of the block, but this time seemed different. I spent the last part of my shift thinking about it. I didn't want to express it, but I got excited about what could. ..” Dread flooded him and he wanted to cry suddenly. It wasn’t his fault that the slaver girl had ravaged him, all those years ago. It wasn’t like she looked strange or anything, just a black girl who was offering to screw his head off. Fuck it; he hadn’t even felt the bite at first until she started to suck him dry. He had a choice, drink from her or die. At the time, he was still inside her and pinned under her hips with little strength left. It hadn’t really mattered very much until he had. There standing in the doorway was a man, I guess in his early 40’s wearing just a pair of swimming trunks and carrying a rolled up towel in his hand. His other hand was massaging the front of his trunks where I could see a long hard swelling of his cock. No, I hadn’t realised that because the shelter was so closed to the car park that it was also a sort of meeting place for guys to have fun. As I had been surprised I almost spun round on my knees with my cock still in my hand so that although.