I walked on shaky legs to thedoor, opening it slowly. There before me stood a magnificent black man withskin the color of dark chocolate. He smiled at... me with a knowing smile andspoke with a rich, deep voice…"Come!" I picked up my keys and closingthe door, I followed Him to the car. Even His car told what kind of man He was, a sleek, new black mustang withslightly, tinted windows, gold rims and shined to perfection. As we came tothe passenger side, He opened the door. I waited with head bowed. At the door he found a petite young woman wearing a backpack and carrying a large carry case.“Hello ... I’m Jasmine ... I’m here for Mr Gordon’s weekly massage service” she explained. Mr Gordon was Scotts father. He wasn’t aware that his father got a weekly massage, and he suspected that his mother didn’t either. It was a Tuesday and his mother had her regular lunch date with her girl friends at this time of day.Knowing that his father occasionally fucked Beth (his attractive business partner),. I applied my makeup— I’d decided on smokey eyes and red lipstick. Then I snorted a line, and got in the line of models for the runway. When it was my turn, I began walking, and just hoped my strut was good. I knew employers only liked me because I was eccentric and a tortured soul or whatever. I had no confidence and it probably showed in my walk. I surveyed the audience as I walked down the runway. Toward the end of the runway was the most gorgeous woman I’d ever seen. She had light blonde. Oh, Kandy was right it did feel good. It wasn’t long before Erin quivered, and covered the toy, and hand with her sweet nectar.Jeff watched her cum harder than he had ever seen her do, and shot his load deep down her throat. When she was done he said, “Lay back honey, I am dying to lick you clean, and taste that sweet honey of yours.” He ate Erin and made her climax again. By that time, his dick was hard and he fucked her wanting pussy slow bringing to the edge of ecstasy and beyond. They.