I became so attracted to them because of their dark, gorgeous athletic bodies and their dominant mannerisms within their group.There seemed to always ...be about 10 white girls following them around, too. These girls were very pretty and not the slug-looking ones most white think black guys date. I didn't approach them ever, and I just admired their masculine behavior from afar. But, I had been "brainwashed" by my parents into believing that I would only marry a successful white man someday. They. I followed around the table, the pile of the carpet was thick mud. I staggered after them into the hallway. Ingrid waited poised outside the door. She towered over me. I abstractedly watched her fist come toward my face. The world flipped and I went down a black hole.I gradually worked through a mad whirling tunnel of lights and faces to a conscious existence. My world was centered on a dull pounding headache. Marge was looking down at me holding my hand. I lifted my other hand to examine the. The black thong underneath. The naked back. The cloth bunching around my butt cheeks. The somewhat immature strappy clear jelly sandals. Yes, this guy for sure wants sex for giving me the job. Think about it. “Make yourself comfortable”, the oldest euphemism in the world. Do I really need the job this bad? Hell, look at your bank account statement, girl. You are a few days away from rent day and no money. He is middle-aged, but athletic. If you would date him, you would fuck him. And you would. He didn’t wait, didn’t care about going slow, instead opting to rub himself furiously as his tongue circled her toe, breathing in the scent of her skin the whole time. She giggled softly as he tickled her, and it drove him further, sucking gently on her appendage before pulling off with a pop to drag his tongue along the top of her foot. He wasn’t going to last. He planted several light kisses on her ankles, and she switched feet again, letting him kiss his way down from the ankle. His cock.