But it didn’t take her long to take the initiatives. She said she was feeling suffocated in the sweaty clothes which she had worn since morning and ...started unbuttoning her shirt. I was too shocked with her such boldness. I couldn’t decide whether to avoid the temptation or grab the opportunity. After loosening quite a few of her shirt buttons in the front, I could see her brand new pink bra and the lovely cleavage between it. She looked up at me and smiled to encourage me. She even clasped her. I called and instead was greeted by Mike at the door. Mike was a good looking man, about forty-five years old, roughly six feet tall, muscular build, bald head. He extended his hand to me and we shook. He escorted me into the bowels of the building where we entered a single door that leads to a small, nice, two room studio."Matt isn't here yet. He's about fifteen minutes away," Mike said. I replied, "No problem, I'm a little nervous anyways. That will give me time to calm myself." Why are you. I tried to get as much as I could down my throat, I had practiced for a long time on my dildos and other toys at home, but the thickness made it difficult.. ‘Yeah, you a good little bitch. You like that nigga dick fuckin’ your mouth, don’t you? You’re a nasty little cock loving fag, aren’t you, boy?’ I continued to do my best to blow that beautiful cock while he held me by my hair until he let go and said ‘Get up on that bed, on your back, bitch. Let your head hang off the edge of the bed.’ I. She is a beautiful hetrogirl with large breasts and a tiny waist, who enjoys dressing almost toosexy for daytime. Melissa had the telcon set up and I quickly resolvedthe conflict and within an hour we were out the door.I considered the last cab ride conversation, then said "Tess, could yousee yourself watching a big black guy fucking my tight pussy, maybe evenmy bum?"She turned to look into my eyes, moved closer and slid her hand up mydress. Her eyes stayed on mine as she pulled the thong panel.