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On the way home, Araway told me I would be having lunch with Ayitey again the next day. He told me that would be the last for a week, but that I would be allowed to have lunch with him once a week. I thanked him, and told him Ayitey really seem to come alive and enjoy my being with him. He laughed and told me he wouldn’t ask if I got naked.
The next day at lunch I descend to the pit, and got my bowl of food and waited on Ayitey. When he arrived I was already naked, so he hugged me pressing his naked body against mine. He did a good job of spreading his sweat on my chest and stomach, and I could feel his sweat dripping on my crotch.
We sat down and had our lunch, then he reached over and started working on my nipples. I started getting hard, but he stopped and said that was his privilege. He took my hand and placed it on his crotch, so I started working chis cock and balls. Once he was hard I got on my knees and licked his cock and rimmed the head. I then took his cock in my mouth and started sucking, but he took hold of my head and started fucking my face.
Next Ayitey had me lay across his lap, and he started rubbing and squeezing on my ass. Next thing I felt was his hands slapping my ass, then his fingers starting to explore between my cheeks. This time I didn’t stop him, and I creamed all over his leg. He spanked my ass and wouldn’t let me up, then started running his finger up and down my crack.
I finally got him to stop, and was able to wash his crotch and leg. I got my clothes on and followed him out to the lunch shed. I then took the elevator to the top, and headed to the restroom. Araway came in and ask how things went, and I told him things went great. He started sniffing and told me I smelled like a sweaty slave, and suggested I take a shower.
I did as he suggested and took a shower, and after drying off I started to dress. When I started to put on my shirt I could still smell Ayitey’s sweat, so I had to wash my t-shirt. I put my wet shirt on and went out in the sun so it could dry.