I really did want that black man behind me… A couple minutes later I met him again waiting at the drink delivery station.Then Tom asked me if I live...d around there. I said not far and suddenly I invited him to have one of these delightful coffees at my house…The black smiled at me and he accepted my offer. But then I got closer and whispered in his ear if he would like to come to my place and fuck me…Tom got serious as he picked up his coffee and then he told me he would love to follow me to my. Her eyes were closed, and her lips slightly open, and she breathed easily. He squeezed softly again, watching her face.There was no reaction, and he slipped the string strap of her bra off her shoulder, exposing the curve of her breast. He watched her breast rise and fall with her breathing, feeling himself getting hard in his pajamas. He tentatively placed his fingers on her nipple, watching her face for her response.He gently rubbed his thumb over her nipple, and she moaned, “No honey.” He. Of course, it only made things worse that you never told me about havinga history with Marsha. One that had ended none too amicably.If I had known that, I might have seen about wagering on something otherthan your fidelity. And I might also have been more wary of her side ofthe stakes. As it was, I didn't give much thought to her wanting you fora month of 'domestic services'. I figured she was talking about oddjobs, handyman stuff, grunt work around her house. I had no idea she wasinto this. “Damn,” I said, rubbing the bandage on my forehead where I’d impaled myself on a large splinter the previous day. “Don’t you ever give up, lady?” “I’m desperate,” Carlotta said. “Perhaps you’ve heard of a clitty.” “Clitty,” I said, “That rings a bell.” “Nothing’s been ringing my bell,” Carlotta said sadly. “The technical name is clitoris.” I sat up straight. “I know where your clitoris is,” I said. “Oh that’s wonderful,” Carlotta said, looking jubilant. “It’s in your throat,” I said. “Deep in.