#slave master

Not that it mattered. It was 7pm and you had duties. Most of the guys knew. One of them was new and you had no idea if he'd been warned.

you entered to garage in your thin nighty. your nipples were quite obvious given the chilly night. All heads turned to watch you...except for Mine. you walked up next to Me, stopping exactly three feet away. you swayed as you slid the nighty off to reveal your naked and freshly showered and waxed body. you could feel the other sets of eyes you on, but you only looked at Me. I turned, running My eyes over every inch of you, before nodding and barking at everyone else to get back to the game.

you knelt slowly on the cold floor before crawling underneath the table. you positioned yourself between My legs and pulled out My hardened cock. It was 7pm, after all.

you licked first, tonguing the area beneath My head and running your tongue over every inch you had access to. Once wet, you slip the head into your mouth and bobbed deeper and deeper as your throat opened and the cock grew more slick. Eventually you were gagging and glucking in a steady rhythm.

After about 10 minutes, you felt the cock swell in your mouth. you pulled it from your mouth with a pop and then sunk lower to suck on My balls while you stroked the shaft. I moaned slightly while the game continued a foot above your head, and then you felt My cock twitch in your hands as the ropes of cum fell into your hair and onto your shoulder before dripping down your face and chest.

you put Me back in your mouth and sucked softly until I'd fully softened and every last drop was pulled from My cock. Quietly and without eye contact, you crawled out from under the table and exited the garage.

On October 13, 1844, my ancestor Henry Clay Rogers was born into slavery. Family research indicates his father Jackson Rogers was probably brought to Missouri by James R