That call led to a visit to the estate by the caller."Hello Mr. Jackson," Charles said coldly as he shook the man's hand. "Come in and have a seat."Th...ank you Master," the tall black man replied without any emotion.It was the day after the phone call. Charles had not slept much and neither had Connie."Have you brought all your files with you?" Connie asked as she sat down across from the man."Yes Mistress," replied the man."And you've destroyed all other files?" Charles inquired firmly."As you. ..it was Sable.we met up a few more times and we fucked everytime,it got better and better everytime till it was perfected.she was squirting,taking anal properly i mean just letting me hammer 10,5" of thick black cock right up her arsehole...till she squirted buckets and screamed her head off,she loved it... i could see it in her eyes the surrender and the hunger,and i was quenching her thirst for sex.she had a big appetite and so did i,we were a perfect match we fucked for hours.... She looked at me, downed her shot of tequila, grabbed my hand and led me to the restroom. Leslie didn't waste anytime getting me out of my pants and into her mouth. I found her multicolored hair style to be pretty fucking hot and added to her sex appeal. She made me promise to bust a nut in her mouth before we headed off to the restroom because she said "If I'm putting in the work then I should get a fucking reward for my skills!" You have to appreciate a woman that values the reward of having. I lived on the top floor, and my neighbour was a nice elderly lady named Mrs. Ross. The building had been converted before lifts were commonplace, and soon afterwards it had been made a listed building, so although there was plenty of space to install a lift, preservation of the original Victorian staircase took priority. One of the reasons I took the flat was that the rent was cheap because of the lack of a lift, but I was not popular when I had a washing machine delivered and the delivery men.