“Little one, what you been feeling is my Brotha Ty. He likes eating sweet young pussy.” I glanced out of the corner of my eye as Jamal’s hand ...pressed more of his cock into my mouth and saw another black guy about the same size as Jamal with his face buried deep in my crotch. “Ty, you have had enough to eat right now. You get up here and let this here little lady show you how well she sucks cock. I have to have me some of that pussy.” Jamal pulled my face off of his cock and stood up. His. My office was one of the middle two. Angie, our secretary, sat at a desk on the opposite side, facing my door. In the two years she had worked for our group, she had been one of the brightest spots in my business life.To put it delicately, Angie was a dish: a five-foot, six-inch Latina from the Northwest Side, with thick, wavy raven hair that shimmered with blue overtones when the light hit it. She possessed dark, expressive eyes and a voluptuous body that threatened to rip through whatever. " "I thought you hated transsexuals, Miguel. I thought you hated me." But now I like fucking little vestigos like you. After that Prom Night, I got used to it. I like to fuck a nice, tight bunda better than a fat, smelly cunt, especially if I'm getting paid for it. Marta's pregnant, fat as a pig, and too bitchy to fuck. So right now, you'll do. But it doesn't mean that I don't hate fags, especially a stuck up little bitch like you." He pinched my breasts cruelly, and grabbed between my legs and. Everyone there was older than me by a lot. The next youngest person after me was at least in their thirties, so I decided to head back to my room. As I left the disco, I noticed a guy was following me. I stopped and turned around to confront him. "Why are you following me?" He responded with a smooth tone in a language I wasn't familiar with. I think it was Spanish, but maybe it was Portuguese. I couldn't really tell. There were a few words he said that I did understand, like "bonita" means.