I gasp and pull it quickly shut.Bradley bounds to his feet and head upstairs. I sigh in relief and sink into my chair, hop-ing that he didn't see too ...much.Bradley is my pride and joy. I am 30. I was 16 when I had Bradley, having gotten my-self in trouble with a black man. Bradley's skin is a very light brown, and his hair is smooth like mine. Quinn and I had married, but it didn't last.The next morning, I looked at my baby as I set his breakfast plate in front of him. It was Saturday, and as. I turned and checked out her figure from behind; her red hair draped sexily over her shoulders; her cute butt swayed from side to side as she walked. We met in the middle of each aisle as we filled our shopping lists, exchanging smiles, but nothing more. Until we reached the refrigerated section, there the young lady bent down to the lower shelves for some dip. Wow did she look hot. She caught me checking her out this time. The young lady simply smiled at me. I could tell that she was a smart. Now, clean off your nasty juices and remember to smile and look at the nice men."'God, I'm turning into such a slut, ' Denise thought as she sucked her juices from the proffered finger, making sure to smile as if she were enjoying it.April took her time starting the car and Denise was thankful to be away from the horrible sex shop, but became terrified when her niece pulled into a park at her final destination.The mall."Please Mistress, I'm begging you. I can't go in there. Someone might see. Things went normally until about lunchtime, when I went to grab my lunch from the refrigerator and found it was missing. Now things like this happened at the large refrigerator, but I had my own refrigerator hidden under the desktop in my cubicle and nothing had ever just gone missing.Of course, all the people in the cubicles around me knew nothing about why my lunch was missing and oddly enough, when I mentioned tagging along to lunch with them, they all had plans, leaving me to fend for.