I'd need someone to practice on." She gave her sparkly laugh again. "You do remember I was an escort for a couple of years, right? I'd find someone." ...Grinning, she got up and started to get dressed. I stared at her again. "Let me think about it." -*- I sat nervously at the bar, waiting for Chris to return with just the right lipstick from the next-door pharmacy. A handsome man in a bespoke charcoal-gray suit came in, made brief eye contact, just the barest hint of a smile. We kept glancing at. She'd never made love with one before and wanted to see what it was like. That made us even in a way as i'd never had a black woman although my ex-wife was half-Indian (the top half i think), which doesn't really count.My initial impression of Ghita was of a woman in her late thirties; lush black hair fell around her slim shoulders framing a pretty, coffee-brown face with dark, intelligent brown eyes that calmly regarded my overt scrutiny with an appraisal of her own, judging how far she was. "I can give you the test you expected after lunch. If you think you can finish it before five, that is..." He stared at me."Puh-leeeez," I said."Tell me something, Nikki Granger," he said. "What exactly do you think you're gonna do with an engineering degree at age eighteen? You can't even go on the factory floor." Can too," I said. "Federal law says eighteen for hazardous work. Besides, I'm gonna be an engineer. It's not like I'm gonna be tapping crucibles at a steel mill." You said your. . Daddy then pets your head, and asks the little bitch if she wants to play? You crawl to daddy's legs and rubs your cheek against it and bark again... Daddy strokes you playfully over your sexy body, and then unclips the leash from your collar. Daddy then pull out your favorite toy, a pink rubber bone, then throws it across the lawn, and you eagerly run after it on all fours. As the pet plays with her little toy on the lawn, daddy sits down on the porch steps in the sun and just watch,.