”News like this always made Jo feel proud.Anyway, as Mark drove Jo to meet Rufus and possibly others, she was VERY excited… but a little scared. S...he’d never blown a black man before and had heard they mostly were huge. Mark, her driver, saw she was nervous and offered a suggestion: “Just blow him out on the sidewalk. Guys shoot faster in public.”Jo laughed. What she wore that night was a nice all red turtle-neck sweater, black pants, red satin bikini panties and black heels. She liked satin. I slowly ran my fingers to the center of her chest and slowly removed her saree from the top revealing her tops with the blouse only circle my hand over both her breasts to which she left a slight moan. I then changed my position to lock my lips with her and she was very eager to grasp something with her mouth such was her lust. After some prolonged kissing I changed my attention towards her tight blouse which was bulging and I started to release the blouse buttons which revealed her luscious. Go to the bench and bend over it for me to chain you.”I had one single thought of free lucidity where I wondered if I was insane, then it was gone when I placed my ankles at the legs of the bench where he would chain them and then bent slowly forward and held my wrists down to the other cuffs, waiting for my master’s leisure. There was something delicious in it, a thought that I was holding my wrists down for the bondage that would hold me in my own private hell.And then he was by my side and. She'd floored me. I remembered two things about the prom. One, it started out as the most exciting night of my life, that even knowing that it was likely a onetime thing in spite of my plans. And, it ended being one of the worst nights of my life. That said, she was my secret fantasy and had been forever, or so it seemed."A date with me? A makeup date?" I said."Yes," she said. "Benny, I was a shit two weeks ago. You've never been anything but nice to me, and helpful. I owe you," she said. I'd.