I gasped, but partially because of his clever fingers that flicked and fidgetted while still inside of me, and I squirmed and bucked at his touch."I-I... thought, I thought I was just your toy, Master," I mumbled to him.He sighed, kissing my neck now, and then lower, and then his mouth was on my breast again. I sighed with newly built-up desire for him."You were never a toy to me. You are wrong to think I ever just had you for the past three years because I wanted someone to fuck, because I wanted. My young lover would be here in 40 minutes. I did my make up, and put on some sexy bright red lipstick, which I hoped he would be kissing off of me in about 45 minutes! Sure enough the doorbell rang, and there he was. Dressed in tight blue jeans which showed off his slender athletic legs and waist, and a blue t-shirt and sneakers. He stepped into the hall, but seemed a little more shy this evening than the rampant, eager young boy he was that afternoon. We went into the lounge and I poured us. I was in front of a liquor store and three blacks were hanging out in front of it. They were in their early twenties or late teens and looked like gang members based on their garb. They were smoking cigarettes and drinking from forty-ounce cans of beer. They eyed me with amusement."Homey," one of them said to me sympathetically, "that was one pissed off bitch." Yep," another agreed. "I heard her rap all the way over here. I was you, homey, I'd stay away from that shit." Sure thing," the other. He moved towards me and bowed, "you are much more than you seem lad. None have treated us so since we came south. I would very much enjoy a longer bout but we both have people to lead."I relaxed and bowed, "you do not move to bad."He snorted and then chuckled, "I hope not."He looked at the supplies and sighed and I shook my head, "what do your people need?"He shrugged and told me and I bent to pick up the lists I had dropped. I turned, "sergeant Allen!"He came towards us warily, "sir?"I.