Definitely a woman with a mind of her own. Yasmin wasn’t the type to bow down to the rules of tradition or religion. At least that’s what it seeme...d like at first. Lately, though, I felt like there was a growing gulf between Yasmin and I. You see, I’d never force my religion upon her. I consider myself a very liberal Christian. I don’t feel the need to force my religion upon people. The way I figure it, there’s only one God and I believe the same all-powerful entity or being is worshipped by. "Sally Cummings was your mother, child! The Reynolds group has provided a birth certificate withwitnesses, as well as letters from your father. She was a quadroonand that makes you, an octoroon. In Georgia that is still blackenough as they say. Now in Louisianna that would be slightlydifferent. Of course every state is a little...!" "Your'e saying I'm a negroe?" she gasped. "Um, one eigth negroe to be precise, at least according to therecords!" "I'm getting out of here right now! I. Mixed emotions came to mind. Would she still be his assistant? Or was this a promotion to a higher, better paying job? And if this was a promotion, would she still be able to fuck him at odd times during the day?She looked around the room. "Nice place. Great view. Even better location. May I ask why this is my new office?" I'm the new marketing chief. I'm just down the hall now. As a result, this is your new office, so you can be near me at all times." She smiled. "Well then, it looks like your. "Wait...wait...wait..." was all I could manage to get out. Even though he was going slowly, the pressure was amazing and I had never been stretched quite like that. "Oh God, that's too much" I moaned into the pillows. But Chris didn't stop. He pushed, added lotion, and then pushed some more until his entire hand was up my ass. I didn't move. I just lay there reveling in the mix of pleasure and pain as I felt Chris clenching and relaxing his fist inside me. 

"I'm pulling out now." He saidHe did.