"Do you think she has a niceass." Not as nice as yours, Keisha," he said.She smiled."You white boys are all the same," she said. "You love the blackch...icks, don't you? You want to play in the jungle." No, it's not like that..." Of course it's like that. You were one of those little boys who likedTarzan movies so you could check out the tribeswomen, right. You jerkedoff to Cleopatra Jones, didn't you?" Look, I admit that black women are gorgeous." Of course they are. Rianna and Beyonce and Tina. He moved across the room and placed his hand on my shoulder and turned me around to face a door. I had never been in that room so wasn't sure what was in there but I guessed it was his bedroom. I was right. “We are going to examine a few possibilities. We can decide between ourselves where we go with this. But first you will take off your clothes and place them over the back of the chair.” He indicated a chair in front of a dressing table. I thought back to this morning and realised that if I. Our eyes met and I greeted her. She asked me to have a cup of coffee with me as she wanted to talk to me. Over coffee she appreciated the fact that I had not spoken about our previous encounter to anyone including her daughter and hence she was at peace within. While she apologized for whatever happened and she could have avoided that if she really wanted to but somewhere deep inside she wanted to make love to a man other than her husband as she was married for almost 22 years and as she had. .” I snapped my fingers.“Oh, would I?” Amanda’s voice sounded dangerous.“Well, cause, I mean ... if...” I blushed.Amanda arched an eyebrow.I squirmed under her look. “Y-Yeah, fine, if I could, like, get away with it, and was evil, I’d totally have you in stocks and just, I’d fuck you so goddamn hard-”“Kimmy!” Amanda snarled.“I said if I was evil!” I stammered.“Well, I’m so glad that you’re such a bastion of morality!” Amanda said, throwing up her hands. She looked angry ... but ... more than.