Capiche?" I was way too high to say ''no'' to anything at this point. I'm glad she didn't want us to pour gasoline on her and fuck her while she was o...n fire! I got underneath her. She reached down, jacked me off with her juice till my cock felt like a fucking branch on a tree. I slid in, and we were off to the races. She was so fucking wet, Sylvia. Have you seen how fucking wet that wöman gets?'' Well, yes, I had, but I wanted to hear Al tell his story. It usually took a lot of d**gs for him to. Thisis fair, don't you think?" "Oh, yes Miss Helen. I'll dowhatever you ask," Eric answered. Clearly this seemed reasonableto him. And so he did. For another week, our routine continued, Eric kept thehouse clean, fixed things (as he had for his mother), and maintained the yard. Finally,on a Saturday late in the month, after Eric had finished his duties in my bedroom,I suggested a change. "Eric, you have worked so hard this week andwe have helped each other so well, I thought we could stay here. " You're just evil," I returned. "But you're Jo's friend, so I tolerate you." Not to mention that I'm an endangered species. I'm the only black oboist I ever met." And you're my second-favoritest orchestra person," I replied.Jo had her hand on my shoulder, leaning against me. Key smiled. "Oh, yeah, sure! My parents see me playin' oboe, an' that's all cool 'n' stuff. But I think they gonna draw the line at me bringin' home a white boy!"That statement got Jo to giggling. "Key, you know we NEED to. I smirk to myself, in spite of everything, and rub down there again. The other girls are slowly beginning to relax. Most have realised they can’t hide themselves. One of them, opposite me, is still looking particularly uptight though. I watch her as I wash my hair. She is the most spectacular blue-eyed blonde, sports a ponytail, toned figure and skin just one tiny shade browner than pale. She’s still trying to hide herself, seems to have lost interest in washing. There’s a faraway look in her.