Everyone was out on the court by eleven stretching and shooting.Usually I start out just lobbing balls to the net from ten to fifteen feet. I missed e...very shot. I went to net for a lay-up, and the ball skittered off the rim. I went out to the free throw line and tossed one up for another miss. This was making me nervous, and I usually made all my practice shots unless it was something new I was trying.I went to the free throw line and focused for ten shots. Eight out ten isn’t bad, but I was. "I agree about her being young," Rachael said, "but she sounded determined. There is plenty of time for her to change her mind, though, before she's of an age to marry. Who knows what she'll decide once we arrive out west. Anyway, that's enough talk about other women. You and I are here all alone sitting under a lover's moon; don't you think you should at least give me a kiss?"I covered her lips with mine and kissed her the way Lorena had taught me. I guess Rachael wasn't expecting me to know. "Home, little slave."He helped me out of the car and I looked in amazement, forgetting my nakedness. I saw a gleaming white palace surrounded by green lawns and the funny trees. Massive white columns held up a third story. I saw a gushing fountain and neatly trimmed bushes."You live here in this palace?" Master." Oh! You live here, Master?" Yes."The door opened and two people rushed out. Then another woman glided out like a dream behind them."Welcome home, Sir." The man bowed. The man was. Something was different, I had seen her naked, I had seen her service her husbands massive tool, and then I saw her aim his rod toward Susans face while it spewed cum. Mrs. Davis was wearing a long, loose shirt, her massive tits were free to swing and her nipples were making two points in her shirt. Joe, would you mind mowing my lawn too? Her words snapped me back to the present, and I nervously squirmed, hoping my erection wasnt actually making a tent in my shorts, or worse, finding its way.