What goes with pink?” “White?” suggested Emma. “Right. White hockey skirts. You should do your hair in a pony tail.” “Okay. And maybe glas...ses?” “Oh yes Emma! Specs would suit you perfectly!” “Thank you.” “So, I’ll get the factory to run up two pairs of pink knee-high socks tomorrow and we’ll start… Monday?” “Monday it is, Danielle.” Danielle stood up and slipped her hand up Emma’s skirt, stroking her thigh above her stocking top. “You’re a genius Danielle.” “It’s was your idea, sort of.” “I. She is an intimidating presence with herthick black hair (weave), large hoop earrings, and two inch fingernails. The nails are the kind that curve over because they are so long?the kindthat people stare at out in public. The nails are sort of her trademark.Ms. Johnson always wears sexy business suits, mostly from Ann Taylor.Ms. Johnson immediately sensed my submissive side during my firstinterview. She even asked me if I had ever worn a dress. I sheepishlytold her about the time I went as a. This time not quite so exposed. The attendant did his job and quickly left, wishing them bon appetit. They enjoyed their meal together, both wishing the week was not coming to an end. After they were finished he invited her to the bedroom. She held his hand as they went in, pulling him around for a deep, passionate kiss.“I want you to know that I now take slut as a worthy status, a name that is often misused by many people. I am happily your slut and always will be. Hopefully I can integrate. Byron's big black cock stroked in and out in a timeless dance as Becky greeted his every thrust. There was no doubt that Becky was getting the fuck of her life. Never before had I seen her so animated. Soon his cock had whipped their juices into a white froth highlighting the contrast between Becky's pale pink pussy and Byron's throbbing black monster cock.I don't know how long I stood there watching them before Byron lunged his hips at Becky one last time, his head went up and his whole body.