She couldn’t figure out if he was lying or joking about the candy. Why else would he be here? She walked right up to him with a quick hop and landed... right at his feet.Tony sighed with exasperation. “No sweetie. No candy today.”“I’m Chloe. Chloe Smythe,” the peppy blond said.Tony rolled his eyes and wrapped up his sandwich. “Looks like I’ll have to finish in the break room,” he thought. “I’m Tony.”Chloe bent over at the waist, her face only a few inches from Tony’s. “Are you suuuuurrrrrre you. His own cock quickly stiffened to an incredible erection and Mark started to stroke it but was afraid he was going to blow a load even before he got to Jim's room. He was amazed how hard his cock would get by just the memory of Quinton's penis but suddenly he heard a loud knock on the door. Surprised, he put on his bath robe still soaking wet to see who was at the door.He was shocked to see Quinton standing outside the door with another familiar face, Gene Miller a regional manager from the. I showered, drank coffee and thought about her. In a way she'd reminded me of the last virgin I took. Almost twenty years ago to the day and not more than 20 minutes drive from where I was staying right now.I'd met her accidentally. I'd left my motorbike at the hotel deciding to take a bus to the city instead. I'd been waiting at the bus stop when she came in to shelter from the rain. I hadn't seen the 'Black Only' sign.I'd read a little about the segregation in South Africa, but hadn't. Each time they finished filling my mouth with cum, I was given a mouthful of bourbon.I was still drunk when I woke up in the back of the van.The taste of bourbon in my mouth was too great, first thing in morning and I threw up.What came out tasted horrible, and looked a miss mash of watery bourbon and cum.After I had finish throwing up, I simply rolled over and went back to sleep for about an hour.When I woke up again, I felt my ass this time.My ass was sore and coated with cum.When I felt.