But I was not.. not yet!I thanked them all, picked up my clothes, and went about finding more guys to fulfill my fantasies.. strolling butt naked thro...ugh the wooded area of the park, aching for cock, I finally saw two black guys who were hesitantly fondling each other.I could see neither of them was thrilled about the prospect of being bottom, so I approached, still stark naked, dropped on my knees without a word, and took over the fondling.. they caught on pretty quick and I saw both had cocks. And I will,too. I'll have no choice. He is my Master, after all, and I have to dowhat he decides. But for now, he's given me a little room to play with.And last night, I decided I wanted to play.By the way, my name isn't Ranma anymore. I actually don't have one rightnow, except maybe "Girl". Its part of my Master's sense of humor, yousee. I don't actually understand it, really, but he seems to think itsfunny for me to not actually have a name. So he just calls me "Girl"when he wants to refer. Connor studied her for a moment, struck by her innocence. He was jerked out of his reverie by a noise that sounded like a phone ringing. It was coming from the main room, so he left Kat alone for a moment. The sound stopped for a moment and then started again. It seemed to be emanating from Kat’s backpack. After rummaging around for a second, Connor found the phone. He flipped it open, ‘Hello?’ ‘Ohmigod Kat where are you? I mean, are you ok? You always call but I got home and you weren’t here. Local companies were sharging over $1000 to do such work, I could do it for half and do it as well.I started with four friends I knew for years. They were well-known and liked in the community. Bill, Dale, and Berry did the actual painting. The sister of another friend, Di, did all the washing and prep work. She had just graduated high school and was heading to college that fall and begged me to take her on. I did!I was lucky to have gotten a native speaker for my French professor. After the.