"Hey, Trent, it's still kind of early; want some dessert or something before you head upstairs?" Sure!" Why don't you get us both some ice cream; I'll... be right back." Mitch headed upstairs and returned to the kitchen a few minutes later with a small paper bag in hand."So, did you and Amy have a good Valentine's Day?" Sure," Trent replied, blushing slightly."I thought so." Mitch slowly pushed the small bag across the table toward Trent. "I think you might need these." Curious, Trent took the bag. ?She scoffed. ?Relationships aren’t crafted and my scenes are always done the way they should be.?Throwing his head back in laughter, Collin couldn’t help but slap the ground. Returning to meet her eyes, he smirked. ?You’re truly a trip, Jackie. The fact is, that the scenes are crafted not by you, nor your submissive.?Her eyebrow rose. ?Then you’re suggesting that they’re crafted by something else???Perhaps,? he leaned forward and touched her calf again. He kept his tone even with every. If she worried that he was going to get her in trouble with Brown, she made no plea for discretion. She was far from being considered a friend, but Gray thought it rather dignified of her to be so accepting of the consequences of her actions. ‘Good day, Miss Rose,’ he said with a respectful nod in her direction. Gray left the observation room and slipped into the next, catching Amanda’s attention as soon as he cleared the doorway. A wide, expressive grin stretched her lips as she stood and. .. a yellow bone ebony girl admiring my bike. as i walk over im greeted by a big smile... her ass distracts me as it pops out of her short red skirt. her all star shoes and white top compliment her skin. i smile back. as she asks about the bike i lead the conversation to the power of the ride and controling it with my legs in the corners. we pull out of the gas station as i follow her to her place as we talked about it. we pull into her garage i take off my gear. standing in my biking pants.