Here she was, married, tipsy, naked in front of a black man, and bent over with her ass in the air like she needed to be fucked by whoever came along.... Maria knew she was being watched; her husband was somewhere, lurking, jerking. She wanted him to see her in her predicament; she wanted him to jerk off looking at her being nasty for this young black man. Her words were coming in incoherent babble. Every sentence was punctuated with something to do with black cock and white pussy. “Fuck my. "Nothing like that. Not a boyfriend, just a 'friend'friend. We were buddies. We hung out together. We would compete, infootraces, and swimming, and...just general competition." Really? Whoa, somehow I can't imagine that. It may be awhile before Ido any footraces, Matt, I'm afraid. I'm feeling tottery in the kneesright now." I had not considered it before, but when he mentioned racingmy body began sending me signals that I was nowhere near ready foranything like that yet. Maybe not even ready. Now stand up.” I stood and she grasped my semi-hard cock, pulling me across the room by it to a tall, heavy-looking chest of drawers.“Put your arms up on top of the chest of drawers Slave,” she said, “and hold onto the back with both hands. Spread your legs.”This all had the effect of forcing me to stand up a little on my toes.“Push your bottom back,” Slave, she said. I did as instructed, feeling incredibly vulnerable. The pain from the hairbrush was horrible. She hit me hard, the flat wooden. .ummm...excuse me but could you..."She was wearing her usual blue uniform which fit her trim, shapely bodysnugly. She was wearing thick-soled shoes and white socks which were insharp contrast to the swell of her smooth brown calves. Her black hairfell in a long braid down her back. Her delicate face was remarkablypretty for a girl who worked alone at night. I'd often thought so. Sheregarded me with large, sparkling dark eyes."Oh you," she said, with a smile on her lips, "do you still work here?.