“Alright, punk, you’re on. Now, let me see if I can find a nice easy question, one that will at least give you a sporting chance,” he claimed as... he started flipping pages.As I expected, Al chose the hardest question he could find. After he had read it to me, I deadpanned for a couple of seconds, stalling just long enough to give the poor bastard a shred of hope that I really had no clue what the answer was.“Wow, Al, that is some question. I guess you might be right. Maybe I really don’t belong. Again I was working my ass of on the work, but still being horny from yesterday and thinking: "Oh that black cock is coming in me today", I went to my boss and said: "Perry I'll stay late tonight, have some paperwork that needs to be done by tommorow". Perry said: "Okay you can stay, but finish the work as soon as possible". I thought to myself: "That fucking idiot, I'm having a black cock fucking tonight here".Through whole day I was working, and being concentrated on being fucked by BBC. Strangers. On top of that, colleagues were prone to walk in unannounced. Too much noise or a stroke of bad luck and it might spell the end of her career.But the pair of them had taken risks before. Considerable risks. She shivered, yet warmed as thoughts churned in her mind. That time at the far edge of the park beneath celestial blue sky, David lying back on the ground, her sitting pantyless astride him in a flowing strappy dress that covered the indiscretion beneath.She had a Kindle in her. Alma knew what she was doing; she and Gretchen had been lovers for three months now and each knew how to please the other. Alma sensed that Gretchen was ready, and she inserted her tongue into Gretchen’s swollen vagina. She flicked the tip of her tongue over her inner labial lips stopping to gently lick Gretchen’s clitoris. With that Gretchen’s body began to respond, her hips began to slowly gyrate up and down as Alma’s tongue explored Gretchen’s pussy, always stopping at her clitoris to.