We worked in the bakery department of a supermarket. I was always in first, about half an hour before she was as it was my job to start up the ovens a...nd other equipment. She was my ideal woman, slightly shorter than me, long (dyed) blond hair, green eyes, a very pretty face and a stunning body. She even managed to make the jackets and aprons that we had to wear at work look good. There was just one problem - she was married, to a guy named Mark and it was him she had the great sex with.Of. "Good morning, Mr. Anderson," Maggie said."Please," Stan said, "don't call me that. It makes me feel like I should start doing some incredible gymnastics or jump off giant buildings. Stan will be fine."Maggie smiled at him and said, "You have a message from Mr. Carson, he wanted you to receive it immediately." She handed him a note."Wow," Stan said reading it nervously, "summoned to the big boss' office on the first day of work. It sounds as bad as being summoned to the principal's office on. “It was nice to talk with you. Thanks for the Coke.” I stood to leave. “No, wait.” Valerie placed a light touch on my forearm, stopping me in my tracks. “Hold up. Stay a little while. I’d like to talk to you some more.” She seemed a little more awkward than normal but was smiling at me. I had nowhere to go and wasn’t in the habit of turning down requests from adults so I sat back down at the table. Valerie immediately poured me another drink. She shuffled around the sink, putting things away. As big as his dick was, he was that annoying and paranoid. Reggie had a bad habit of accusing my friend Cameron of trying to fuck me. First off, Cameron was gay. Secondly, Cameron was white.I’m not racist or anything; it’s just that everyone knows white guys don’t have the biggest dicks. And more than anything, a big dick is what I needed. And besides, my extra dark chocolate skin tone only attracts other black people. White guys, especially, don’t seem attracted to my smooth dark skin.Yes,.