He walked daddy to the door. Daddy handed him some money and a hotel key.I get myself together some and head for the ladies room. Brian grabs my arm..., whispers in my ear, that I just got paid for my services. Daddy paid him??? I looked at Brian and entered the restroom. I went in a stall, cleaned up, snapped up and straightend my clothes. At the mirror, I wipe my face with a paper towel. I can still feel daddy's cum on me.When I walk out, Brian is waiting for me with a drink in his hand. . ‘I know,’ she said with a grin. ‘It’s bigger than our apartment in Manhattan.’ Her use of the word ‘our’ felt like a hot knife in his chest, but he quickly shook it off. This was her life now, he was the outsider and had been all along. ‘This still doesn’t explain what you’re doing here,’ she said. ‘The vacant house down the road isn’t vacant anymore,’ he said with a wry smile. ‘You didn’t,’ she said, not amused. ‘I didn’t mean to offend you,’ he said quickly, taking her hand in his. She. I reach over Judy and pull the plug on the phone in the room. I can still hear the phone ringing on the extensions in the study, the master bedroom, and downstairs. It stops ringing, footsteps, Sandra walks in and looks at me. I say, “I don’t care who it is. Tell them to get fucked. I’m not getting up until my new alarm clock finishes its wake up music and I’m fully awake.”Sandra looks at me strange. Seeing Judy is moving, she lifts the sheet, to see I’m still while Judy fucks me into her. She. You were born to service black cock, now get to jacking me off.” So how did I know he was right? Here I was, an eighteen-year-old attractive white girl sitting on a park bench with a black stranger, his arm around me feeling my bare breast, and me jacking him off right there where anyone could see me if they passed by. How did it look? To most people, it would be gross, but to me, it was beautiful. It was right. I belonged here worshipping his black cock. “That mouth of yours.