”“Oh please!” Amanda was giving him her best puppy dog eyes now. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to let you down. Please don’t fire me. I...’ll do anything to make it up to you.” She paused and her voice dropped a bit. “Anything.”Glenn shifted in his chair again. He was staring lecherously at my wife now, as he always did when he had the chance, licking his lips. “Well… you HAVE been a very hardworking, loyal employee for the past four years. I would genuinely hate to lose your services. . Long, lean, tight and one day thought about getting a massage. I had heard about them and while driving down Sunset Blvd. in Hollywood one afternoon, I saw a sign which advertised "Masseur." I did not know it at the time as I was also "into" girls, but my gut feelings were that I would be more comfortable with a male rubbing me. I wrote down the phone number to call later.I phoned and heard a very nice, butch English accent on the receiving end. When I asked for a massage appointment, the voice. I want to fuck her but I want to wait and go last just like my fantasy.There is a knock, I answer the door with my mask and in a bath robe. He enters but is wondering if her mad a mistake coming here. I tell him everything and offer him a mask as well but he laughs and wants to see my wife. I ask her to come out of the bathroom. She takes her time, but comes out. She sees him. He is average height brown with a little bell. He asks her to drop the robe. He walks around touching her. She is just. “Ah fuck, massa,” Bicha yelled.“Oh you like slave role play, Chris asked.“Yes, massa.”“You li’l fuckin’ fag slave nigga. Gimme that ass.”“Oh, massa!”“Fuck dat Black bitch,” Keno encouraged the white man. “Winnie…Wheah da fuck you at? Get ovah heah and watch dis White nigga fuck dis Black bitch.”Winnie came running as usual. The five-foot-four-inch diminutive bottom boi gawked as he saw the site of the White man tearing up the Black sissy.“Take his dick, Bicha,” Winnie screeched.“This White boy.