There were some knowing smiles exchanged as we all chatted about nothing and I certainly felt the novice.I remembered the time when I had last been ov...er my “Mother's” knee. As was my usual practice when living at home as a teenager, I'd rush home from school and taking advantage of the fact that nobody else was around, would go up to the dirty linen basket and wank while sniffing my mother's or sister's nylon panties. Then the day came when I got caught red handed by the hired help, a pretty. I called my mom and told her I wanted to surprise Roger for dinner and asked if she would watch the little ones for me. She said of course so I went and put on a dress that looked like a tent on me and dropped my little ones off at mom's house. I told her we would be home late so I would just come and get them the next day. As I waddled into the Ramada Inn I was trying to locate Roger and his group. I looked and looked but couldn't find them. I saw a couple in a booth. From behind, it looked. “Giselle, you can believe me. I am the living witness that it is both emotionally and sexually rewarding. Taking an African lover worked 100% with me. I never felt so satisfied in bed with any white man, my ex-husband included. These African men are so much better. Their cocks are so much bigger and thicker, and they can keep it up for simply hours on end. You can bet me whatever money you want if you do not believe me. Please, try some of the African boys I know and tell me how you get on, my. .. problem at work."Dad looked thoughtful. "You know, he probably could. That's a good thought." What problem?" I asked curiously.Dad gave a little grimace of distaste. "I haven't been promoted in two years, and have barely received raises to keep up with inflation." Why?" I asked."For a while I thought it was just bad luck. But I've changed my mind. The truth is, my boss doesn't like me. He doesn't want me to be promoted. I've found out that he's actually moved behind the scenes to keep me.