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“You sure did make quite an impression on Mr. Cagaha,” said Ciera with a smile. “Oh… you never know,” Ciera said, touching my leg gently and she gave me a sly smile. I began to think about what Ciera had said about the impression I had made on Mr. Cagaha and what he would want to talk with me about. As Ciera finished up, I asked, “Do you think I bothered Mr. Cagaha with my Groupon the way I did the receptionist?” He smiled and said, “I knew your feet would be amazing, but now I can taste your pussy is as well.” I grabbed my purse and began to leave when he said, “Don’t forget your money, Pretty Feet.”
Let's just say that our first meeting, between Steven and I, didn't go quite as expected. Almost as soon as the words left his lips, Steven knew he had fucked up. He was well aware of my opinion about the word slave and he looked like a deer caught in headlights fearing for his life. I continued, "It's almost unthinkable to imagine that I would even be capable of shackling you to other young boys, making you drag their weakened and dying bodies hundreds of miles, only to be branded like a piece of cattle, kept in a dungeon for months on end, fed food infested with maggots and other vermin, and not even given any sunlight or clean water, let alone medical care.
"You sure did make quite an impression on Mr. Cagaha," said Ciera with a smile. you never know," Ciera said, touching my leg gently and she gave me a sly smile. I began to think about what Ciera had said about the impression I had made on Mr. Cagaha and what he would want to talk with me about. As Ciera finished up, I asked, "Do you think I bothered Mr. Cagaha with my Groupon the way I did the receptionist?" Mr. Cagaha's office was modestly decorated, with a dark wood desk, book shelf, computer, and off to the side was a salon chair with a foot bath. I grabbed my purse and began to leave when he said, "Don't forget your money, Pretty Feet."
When she would return from recess all the boys eyes were on her till she seen the candy and money on her desk and looked around the room to see who left it, then all the boys would turn there heads as if to hide. Steve couldn't do enough for her he would lay in bed thinking of more ways to get her to ask for money. He had to have both the heaven of tasting her nectar and the bliss of sliding his swollen cock inside her nice wet tight pussy. He started pumping in and out, long deep strokes, he knew he needed to pull out before he cum, but he hadn't felt a woman in a long time much less bare back.
I thought about some anonymous client trying to shove his hard cock through my cotton panties and I shoved my vibrator deep inside my slippery cunt. Many times I would cum in my panties just looking at the pictures that were sent to me or reading the comments. Inside, I found an envelope and a zip lock bag stuffed with a pair of black silk panties with a cotton crotch. I opened the envelope first which contained a money order for a substantial amount and five photos of Tom. I hadn't expected Tom to show his face and a part of me didn't want to know what he or any of my clients looked like but Tom was pretty average looking.
With a four-month old baby, Bob's lousy salary and me not working, we couldn't afford a new dress anyway. I knew Bob would prefer me shaved, but I just hadn't had time to deal with things like that. I spent a long time doing my hair and makeup and then slipped on the little black and white dress. "Bob has been telling me all about the new addition." We continued to talk about babies until Mrs. Wilson arrived. "I know what the problem is, she said, "And I know how to solve it." She took a wad of toilet paper and as she extracted my left breast from my dress, which was easy to do, applied the toilet paper to the damp spot.
That night, Kristen had invited 5 friends over for our poker game: Dave, Catherine, Alex and Vanessa. I never played against Catherine or Dave, but I can tell you Alex is as good as me and Vanessa is at the same level as Kristen. As soon as Vanessa saw Dave's rock hard cock, her eyebrows raised and she touched her mouth with her left hand: "Kristen, I want you to get under Vanessa and eat her pussy while she is blowing Dave," Catherine ordered her. Catherine pulled Alex's cock out of her ass and hold it with her right hand. Kristen, go suck on Dave's cock for a few seconds, make sure you taste your boyfriend's juice then guide Dave's penis back inside him," Catherine said.
Given that Iceland didn't have a stake in the Trans Atlantic Slave trade and his ancestors more than likely had no direct connection to the enslavement of any Africans, Steven's "white guilt" was more reminiscent of a global and pervasive trend by Caucasian men to sexually submit to people whose origins are from the motherland. It was clear to me, behind his desires of being forced to pay, that he believed that all women were objects to be purchased, that every woman had a tipping point, a certain dollar amount that would entice them to conform to his twisted fantasies.