‘What’s this place?’ she said wearily. ‘This is my home and my office. My dad was a failed real-estate investor and this was one of the few pr...operties he owned outright.’ He walked her over toward the front of the building, sat her on a couch and covered her lap with a tan throw that had been draped over the back. ‘Is this cashmere?’ she wondered. ‘Would you like something to eat?’ ‘Um…’ she had difficulty thinking. ‘I’ll make you a sandwich and some tea.’ ‘Ok,’ she said languidly. ‘Nice. Then, I am standing with my back against the wall. I am completely naked apart from a cock ring fastened under my balls. My lady is tongue kissing me and teasing my nipples with a fingertip.Emile, our twenty-two year old toy boy is doing wonderful things to my raging, thick, nine-inch erection as he strokes his own raging erection, with his free hand. Wonderful eye candy for Sarah and me as he licks, sucks and slides a fingertip along my shaft. They have been edging me for almost an hour.I. But ... Gordy's back." There was a silence following her shattering statement."Oh." It was all he could manage. He knew instantly the consequence of those two words."You knew I always thought he would come back, didn't you Bill. We talked about it. We knew what it would mean ... to us," she said, her voice almost a whisper."Yes ... yes ... I knew." He paused for a minute. When Darla remained silent he spoke. "I'm happy for you, Darla. I know it's what you wanted. I'm happy for you." He was. The gal was sharp. I was impressed. Marguerite was even better-looking up close. She looked like the perfect Black woman, folks. The face of singer Alicia Keys, the angelic eyes of model Drew Sidora, the body ( and booty ) of professional tennis player Serena Williams and the grace of actress/songbird Beyonce Knowles. Hot damn. We talked and talked for two hours straight. I finished my assignment, and walked Marguerite to her next class. Lo and behold, her next class happened to be my next.