"The name was not a typical white girl name and this got me interested so I replied back.Me: Come check it out. I am happy to negotiate. I live at ***...*********She turned up at 6.00pm. She was smoking hot. She was a short sexy black girl. She was around 5'3" and she looked to be on the chubby side. She could have been no older than 24. Her tits looked to be about 36d. They looked a handful and she had an ass that was made for spanking. She was wearing tight yoga pants that showed off the curves. "What the fuck difference does that make, Will. No let me answer my own question. It doesn't make any difference whatsoever. It hasn't hurt us a bit. Well, not until today." You said you wanted to be up front, Riles. So..." Okay, you asked for it. Almost every day, but at work, not here," she said.That one threw me for a loop. I sagged back onto the couch I'd been sitting on.It seemed odd, but I could smell her scent from the several feet that separated us, and it kinda turned me on."Jesus, I. She was still pulling off duct tape and adjusting herself.“Is this really what you wanted?” I asked her – quite seriously.“Yeah, I mean thank you. You are definitely going to keep us in line a lot more than Duray ever did. He let us get away with everything really,” she laughed. “Please don’t take the fact that I am not crying personally. You nearly pulled my piercings out and there were a few times I was going to punch you because you hurt me so badly but all in all, I definitely feel like I. It has been exciting you beyond belief, just staring at the bulge clearly visible in my jeans that appeared almost instantly after we first met and kissed. You enjoy what you find and without even thinking about it, you start rubbing your hand over the full length of my hard on. You squeeze it in your hand, wrapping your fingers as far around it as possible through the denim fabric. I enjoy this immensely and double my efforts of rubbing and pleasuring your breasts and nipples. Finally, wanting.