She wrinkled up her pretty nose and pretended that he was her chauffeur and she was the one giving the orders. Actually, she was his junior and he wro...te her performance reviews every three months because that was his job as the collection department supervisor. It was kind of strange with a big black unmarried guy in charge of a half dozen church-going white ladies that would never step inside a car with a black man unless they were ordered to if they wanted to keep their job at the bank.In. Something I can feel when it moves in and out.”“And I don’t do it for you anymore. What if I tell you that I will find the guy you are fucking and tell you that I will beat him until he is worthless. I’ll put him in a wheelchair for the rest of his life.”“You hate me that much? You would rather see me with you and unhappy than with a man who makes me feel alive again?”“I’ll make you a deal, Deb. I’ll let you go and not mess up the piece of shit you’re leaving me for on one condition.”“What is. I was thinking that she read something that she wanted to try, and I’d be all for it. So there I was, naked, tied up with my arms over my head, and waiting for her to walk into the bedroom. I had the box of sex toys sitting on the floor next to me. I heard Christy come into the house, and it seemed like a long time before she entered through the bedroom doorway. When she did show up, she was wearing my favorite dress of hers. One with a lowcut top that shows off her rather large tits very well. Your valley was drenched. For several minutes, you studied their faces as they were spellbound by your charms, staring at the magical place between your legs.One moved as if to grasp his shaft, but you gently admonished him to resist the desperate urge to touch himself.You slid one hand lower and grazed the inside of your thigh. Then you teased your bush before extending a finger and caressing your lower lips. Pressing down, your finger slipped into the wetness. Slowly at first, you stimulated.