" Miss Stevens turned to face me once more, looking deep into myeyes with a frightening intensity. "Do you accept?" ...what is it?" I asked nervously,... my throat dry. Miss Stevens wagged afinger."No. You only find out if you agree. You don't get to call the shotshere, Josh - I hoped you'd have learnt that by now. You have no power inmy office. You do as I say, or you leave. So I will ask you one last time- do you accept?" I gulped, weighing up who scared me more out of MissStevens or Jackson. I wish I could put my fantasies about her on DVD so i can watch myself fucking her.I walked into the studio where she was hosting a segment on designer jeans for women.she was showing off the back of her jeans for the cameras."how do I look?" she asked me.I just said what was on my mind."you look great Val, could you walk once for me?" i asked her. she strolls a few feet from me"checkin out my booty? she asks"damn it girl the hell with wake up beautiful you've always been beautiful. “Take off your shirt.” She spoke in tiniest voice I have ever heard from her, but I was happy to comply, taking off my shirt leaving me only in my shorts.Just as I pulled the shirt over my head, Crystal threw her self back on top of me and went to town. I instantly latched my hands back onto her thighs. Crystal was absolutely in love with this. She started to squirm on top of me, pushing her hips down trying to rub herself against my hard cock, moving her chest in all kinds of directions just. It was clear to him exactly what had occurred during her church meeting ('Church Meeting', yeah, right, he thought to himself) and he was excited at the idea that his prim and proper wife had somehow or other succumbed and desires of that black fella; that she had actually been fucked by a black cock. His excitement grew when he saw the evidence with his own eyes and that excitement went all the way down his trembling body to his own cock which was beginning to tent the front of his dungarees..