Well, that’s where my family came from to America. By way of West Africa of course.”“That’s interesting. I knew there were Black Cubans. You j...ust never see them in the media. I thought they were all white Republicans,” he teased.“You’d think,” she laughed. “In the 1890s, a lot of Cubans came to Tampa to work in cigar factories. Like 20% were Black. My 2nd great-grandfather arrived in 1906. His k**s and most of his grandk**s were born in Tampa. My grandfather’s dad moved them back to Cuba during. ‘ Nice appetizer, lets get to the main course now, my sweet.’ She pulled me into the bedroom, pushed me onto the bed and swiftly tied my hands to the headboard. ‘On your stomach, then pull up your knees’ She was stern and to the point, my cock was starting to enjoy this tone of voice, and was at attention in seconds flat. She started to run her fingers all over my back, gently pressing my shoulder muscles, then tightening her grip and moving slowly downward. She grabbed my buttocks with brute. She did trust him. She trusted him more than she had ever trusted any man. He tied the soft material around her wrists and reached each arm up to a corner of the bed, tying her firmly to each bedpost. Then he moved downward, letting his hands roam once again over her body, placing gentle kisses along the way. He kissed down her chest and belly, along her thighs down to her ankles. She felt him slowly slide the delicate material under her ankles and wrap it around, stretching her legs wide open. ." I'd love to, Reid." I mean ... I don't know what there is to do Friday..." I'm sure we'll think of something," she replied. "What time?" Umm ... How about six? Does that work for you?" Six is fine. Why don't we meet at the bus stop at the corner of Fitch and Racquette?" Or, I could come over there," he suggested."I love the Tech campus," she replied. "It's a real campus -- not like State -- a bunch of buildings in the middle of town. It's so pretty in the winter." Okay -- I'll wait for you.