This time in a more stern voice. "Do you like my big white cock?"I'm a strong black woman. So there was no way I was about to let this little white bo...y think that he was in control of me. So I said "I wanna see you stroke it until you cum"Billy then say's "Say you like my big white cock or else"I reply "Or else what?"He say's "If you haven't said it by the time I count to 5, you'll be punished"He then looks me up and down and begins to count1I stand there with my arms crossed2Still no reaction. I delayed my own warm-up a bit longer; Scarpia doesn't come in until late in the act and I wanted to be as fresh as possible. But finally, with about fifteen minutes to go before curtain, I had to get into it, I couldn't do it once they'd started. I cut it pretty short, though, just enough to wake the vocal cords up; I didn't want to leave my performance in the dressing room. I finished, as Cam had suggested back in my cabin, with some leaps, and felt satisfied.When I was done I walked out to. As her silken legs parted a little more, as her body moved ever so slightly in a vague sensual arch. Gentle hands curled about Vasanthi’s hips, gently caressing her skin with his fingertips, as he moved closer, the soft warm tip of his tongue softly flicking against the softness of her flesh, as slowly he felt her body quiver at his touches. Vasanthi’s body moved gently to a rhythm of it’s own to each softened touch of his tongue to her.Long fingertips stretched out slowly, nails gently. This naturally got some strange looks from several guests en route to the breakfast buffet, but neither Madeira nor I cared right at this point. We were very happy to hold hands and show public affection as we reached our intended goal: the buffet table. Having paid ahead of time, I was more than happy to help Madeira fill her plate with as much breakfast food as she might prefer, though I noted a strong inclination toward fruit (nothing wrong with that).“Too much meat will add more protein and.