Silvie directed Maureen to carry the loaded tray into the dining room. The men were engrossed in their poker game. Maureen stopped next to Travis. He took a sandwich and a beer. Without looking at her, he announced, “You brothers can feel her up if you want, kiss her. Kissin black guys turns her on. Tell her to sit on your lap and play with your dick. Just don’t fingerfuck her.” Still not looking at her, he ran his hand over her ass, “Ain’t I right, babe? The boys here can do what they want?” She closed her eyes and nodded, “Yes, honey, they can do what they want.” The men were staring at Maureen and smiling. Ari said, “Shit, Trav, damn good of you to let us play with your woman.” The others agreed. Maureen felt a shiver run through her body. Travis gestured that she was to continue serving. She went next to Ralph, the short, fat, older man. He looked up at her with beady eyes. As she leaned over with the tray, he put a pudgy hand on her breast. She pulled away. He sat back and frowned.
