I had to take my shirt off and lay on her portable little table thing. I have to admit it did feel lgood after a while and I started to relax. When St...acey moved in front of me, to get better leverage on my shoulder, I was staring right at her croth. I was able relax even more since I was staring at her camel toe, and started to day dream about it. After a few minutes I was kinda hard and sthen she told me to roll onto my back. Knowing I was hard, I suggested I stay on my stomach, but she would. "Do it, faggot!"She smiled happily as I slowly pushed the fragile mess between my lips and the texture alone almost made me sick! It had soaked up a lot of cum and the flavor was strong and bitter-sweet. Salty too and I held the slimy lump on my tongue, not even wanting to chew it and especially not wanting to swallow it by mistake! I tasted Stacy's old semen and my own sweaty asshole. Nothing could be as gross as that, I thought, sucking on a big wad of toilet paper, but if Stacy wanted me to. I was so dumbstruck. I had never thought of Carole in that way. She turned, looked me deep in the eyes without a word spoken and my heart suddenly raced. Without a word our eyes talked to each other and our lips moved towards each other. A deep passionate kiss followed, which seemed to go on forever. She whispered to me, 'I have been so desperate to do that for so long but was scared of losing you as a friend as well as a lover'. It was right. We were meant to be lovers. Since that time we. ."I remembered a much younger Robert Dexter from one of the slavery conferences twenty years ago. He had been a passionate advocate for full chattel slavery and helped to pass the legislation we now operated under."They will probably let him continue to manage the business as a salaried CEO", Masterson remarked. "He can still make a good living as a salaried manager. Maybe one of his friends will buy his home and lease it back to him for the next couple of years. While he can no longer own.