“Ohh my fucking god! Yes, yes, that is what I need!” I shouted. “I love that huge, black fuck-stick!”Impaled on him, my hips started quickly m...oving back and forth. My clit was rubbing against him as his cock moved deep inside me. My legs started trembling first; I could not have stopped them if I wanted to. Then the orgasm shook my whole body.“God damn, Derreck! Damn, damn, damn. Hold me tight. Tighter! I can’t believe it; I can’t believe I am so fucking affected by you.” I felt his muscles. I wanted to see her in some trendy dresses, but to my surprise, she already had got them. While going for dinner, I noticed Shilpa chatting on WhatsApp and checking dresses. I asked her who she chatting with.She replied it’s her friend who helped buy honeymoon dresses. I assumed its some female friend. I nodded head and went down to wait for her in the lobby. Shilpa came out wearing a short skirt and a deep neck top. She was looking bomb.Me, “Honey, I didn’t expect you to wear such a hot. The occasion? Louise Lane would be unveiling two new Harvey radio spots — 15 and 30 seconds.Ms. Sloane explained, “They’re spinoffs of our social media spots — geared for an older demographic.”“Of course.”During our pre-meeting prep, Auntie Pru had suggested, “Listen and learn, Birdie.”I nodded.She leaned in and whispered, “And keep your fucking mouth shut.”Auntie Pru had learned that addressing me in direct terms was often more profitable. I nodded again.Wednesday night, eve of G-Day, Louise. ", I started."GET ON YOUR FEET MOTHERFUCKER!"I stood as I was told, even if I didn't think she would shoot."Now come here.", she said as she motioned to a spot in front of her."Get on your knees and give your soul to whoever you want.", she said, dripping contempt."Lori... Baby... You know I would never...", I started to plead again."SHUT YOUR FUCKING MOUTH!", she screamed.She wouldn't be swayed, and she had me cold. There was no opportunity for me to disarm her. I had taught her to well. So, I.