‘Mrs. Dexter? … Here … here’s your copies. All three sets. Made them myself. We billed it to your husband’s account. For a moment, Ann star...ed at him in surprise. ‘My, that was fast! Oh, thank God! You’ve saved my job.’ Her knuckles were regaining their color now as she loosened her fist-tight grip on the towel, suddenly remembering with mixed emotions, that she wore nothing beneath. ‘Won’t you come in, Eddie and have something to drink? An iced tea maybe?’ ‘Oh, no, but thank you, Mrs.. "I'm sorry Mistress..." I began to plead hoping she'll have mercy on me."Oh you are, are you, hmm..." She replied doubtfully, "I don't believe you..." But Mistress I-" *Smack!* she had slapped me across the face stopping me from finising my sentance."Don't interupt your mistress!" She snapped at me."As I was saying, I don't believe you are sorry for what you did, infact I want you to kiss my ass and tell me just how sorry you are..."She turned around so her back was to me, looking at me over. They were all about the same age and very horny. Amanda saw a few other black girls from the University. She liked one of them in particular and this time she got bold.“Wanna dance ?”, said Amanda standing in front of the girl sitting with two of her friends. The other girls giggled and encouraged their friend Rachel to go. Everyone knew the password “Wanna dance ?” meant sex in the ladies. Rachel thought about it for a minute, still seated and looking up to a smiling Amanda.“Sure. Why not ?”,. By full dark, Jake and Maggie were the only ones still there. The oppressive heat of the after-noon had faded, and they had pulled the blanket edges over their legs. A six-pack of empties had found its way into the basket, with the lunch remnants, and put a glow into their minds. At seventeen, Maggie was still a virgin. Jake at twenty-two, was not, though his experience was limited to only a couple of older women, who had initiated him into the pleasures of sex.Under the blanket, as the evening.