She watching helplessly ashe rummaged through her clothes collection finding garments that she hadhoped no one would ever find. Her stupidly large hee...led pumps that Harry wasnow eagerly jumping into. Her micro mini skirt, something that she had neverdared to wear in public but in which Harry was happily jiggling around. Totop it off, he pulled on her tiny crop top that did not leave much to theimagination, especially Harry's ample cleavage and supple navel.'Wow! I feel great!''Harry, you look. Oh. I made you a card." Shannon handed it to Rob. Rob took the card, happily. Read it and grinned ear to ear. Shannon smiled back. Although the card was computer generated, she still added a personal touch with a message inside that simply said; "I've flipped for more than a gymnastics score. Love Shannon". Rob thought it was sweet. Corny, but sweet. He went over and hugged Shannon real tight. Shannon responded with genuine feelings."I have a present for you. Please don't take this. This face-fuck/deep-throat session was so hot I forgot to stroke my own dick, all I wanted was to pleasure my black master, my needs were secondary to his. Sean could see I was really into this so he ordered me to stop. I removed his big hot black cock from my little white mouth and I watched as he removed his clothes, which I was instructed to fold and place neatly on the table. I asked if I should pick my clothes off the floor and fold them as well, but Sean said the clothes of a white-boy. What was I supposed to do. I looked. She saw. She turned and looked right into my eyes. Smiled and leaned back again. She said how she had been to goa years ago and how much fun it was. She then talked about how when she was her idiot husband did this and that. What was going on here? She was talking bad about her husband? Interesting. She gave the picture back and we chatted some more about different things and then she went back to her desk but gave me that look. That certain, flirty look..