I work at the Fidelity Investments Investor Center on Boylston Street in downtown Boston. I’m one of fourteen Black employees of the company’s dow...ntown location. Eight men and six women. Here I am, a brother working in corporate America, and I have to tell you, it’s not such a wonderful life. Between all the backstabbing, treachery and wickedness I see at work, and the crap I have to deal with in my own life, I honestly feel like I am going to crack. Not that I let it show, though. I’m always. He started to tell me everything over the next few months, and I became intoxicated and addicted to what he was saying, until eventually I agreed to fly to meet him for some fun. I wasn't willing to be his slave for real, but for a few days it would be fun. He agreed and said it would be fun too, but I would have to be willing to do everything he said, no matter what. I agreed.The flight was booked and I found myself sitting on the plane, ready to fly, when I started to question what I was. I spent a little extra time applying lotion in that area. As my left hand moved upwards on her left side, Sarah turned her heads towards where I was kneeling. It lifted her left tit enough that as my fingers approached it they slid underneath it. I thought my cock would rip a hole in my swimsuit when I felt her hard nipple against my fingertips. I wasn’t sure if she did that intentionally or by accident. I didn’t know what I should do. She then shifted her arm and it slid her nipple across my. I'm a boxer, rest is important if I'm to be at my peak." Forgive my saying this, but, in case you haven't already noticed it, I'm in charge of operating this body now. If it needs anything, I'll attend to it. I can assure you that it has never been operated at anything even approaching the efficiency that I've been able to bring to it." I still get tired. I'm already tired, and I'll need to sleep. How can I be sure you won't decide to try to fuck me over in some way, while I'm resting? You're.