" The observer replied. "Mrs. Rittenhour wants you toa dedicated cum junkie. The project will be done when you drink itdirect from the font."When lunc...h arrived, he threw the shake against the wall. An hour laterhe was kneeling at that wall, licking it up from the floor and wall. Hetried to resist, but it happened again at dinner, and he knew they wereenjoying every humiliating minute.When Rittenhour showed up a few days later he demanded an explanation."Simple." She replied with a laugh. "You. Are you a Samaritan?” She had a little smile on her face.I grinned back. “No ma’am. I’m a Baptist, but I remember something about casting bread on the waters. The offer stands; you can have all you want.”“What else you got?”I uncovered the basket of carrots, the spring onions, the heads of buttercrunch lettuce, the loose lettuce for salads, and another basket of mixed greens.She just looked for a minute, then asked for my phone. She made three calls. Ten minutes later I was surrounded by older. My Master would up the ante to the point I told him where I lived. It turned out he only lived a little over 100 miles away from me. That cyber session made me climax more than once, the very thought of how near he was driving me crazy. Which brought me to today. My Master finally commanded to meet Him. So I did. And I was introduced to Darin. Darin was true to his descriptions online. He is almost six and a half feet tall, well muscled, with bulging muscles and dark black skin. He was. " She was almost taunting him now. She began to pull the Muumuu up over her head, revealing her naked body to Bill. He was shocked into immobility in the kitchen chair, unable to move, watching every part of her body as it was revealed. He truly had never seen a live, nude female before and he was fascinated. She was very round and very feminine, but not in the movie star fashion. Her skin was flawless and unwrinkled and seemed to be stretched tightly over her rotund figure. The hair covering.