You look sexy.Z: Haha, don’t tease me. I know that I am a bit fat.Me: Well, I won’t call you fat. It is just a little bit extra fat layers around ...your stomach. But I like the other areas.Z: Other areas? Like what?Me: Well, your boobs. You should be proud that you have some fat there.Z: (Giggles) Sure. Thanks. I will take that as a compliment.(She really had an awesome pair of boobs which she showed me later. I wanted to watch them like forever).Me: Well, I saw the video where I can see your. On other days she would take mybreath away as she walked by in tight black pants with a red sweatertightly showcasing her finest assets. And on other days she would wearslacks and a white shirt with tie that made her comply with the samedress code as the men, but boy did that dress code look better on her.She was so confident and happy with herself that each day she wouldsmile broadly as she brought the mail to each person. Always ready witha "Good Morning" and a smile as she greeted each. Monica gasped and moaned. But most of all, she wished. She wished he wasn't done. She wanted him to continue. When she heard his zipper, she smiled to herself. He wasn't done yet.The two hands grabbed her hips and lifted, pulling her to her knees. Her face rested on the floor and her ass stuck in the air. She felt his cock tease her pussy, his head rubbing against her clit, sliding against her lips, coating itself in her juices, but never slipping in. She started to whine and moan, hating. It's more the fact that I am crossing one more line, one more barrier in life that is not considered normal. The thought that you can do anything you want with me and I'll do it for you. I guess it's a reversal of olden day rules, where the black man was a slave doing as the white man ordered. I guess it's a bit of pay back. And right now you have no idea how much power you have over me, or any white man you may want."He slowly turned and showed me back to his master bedroom. I saw the.