. I would rather watch you with men... but was Paul 'interested'?" Of course, how could you doubt it?"And she laughed and I felt her shoe-less foot in...my lap on my cock as she said,"You getting hard thinking about Paul? Want to enjoy sucking his cock like I do? It really is good." Never mind that stuff Carol, what happened between you and Paul?" OK well I knocked on his door and he called out for whoever to come in. I opened the door and stepped inside and reached behind me and locked the. You know the kind where a white woman, usually married has sex with a black guy. At the end she has a pussy or ass full of his baby juice.I did notice that Joan did get excited watching those and the night usually ended with some great sex. Truth be known I also enjoyed it and sometimes wondered how she would look under a black guy fucking her.We talked about it although our discussions never went further. Just too busy to follow up so it was only a fantasy for both of us.Anyway the restaurant. "Sounds like we have a lot in common, Tom. Say! I don't suppose you've had dinner yet, have you?" No, just a couple of bourbons so I'm nicely mellow.What did you have in mind?"Beverly smiled at him invitingly. "I know this GREAT little place about a mile from here. Very quiet and very casual... actually, it's my place."Tom looked at her a bit stunned but recovered in time to give a small shrug and a smile."With all the kooks running around, I'm not in the habit of inviting men I just met back. The call means that the concierge has found a participant in the game. It doesn't always come - more often than not it doesn't - and on those occasions she dresses and goes down to the conference feeling frustrated and horny from the anticipation. But the days that the call does come make it all worthwhile. Today it came late. She climbs on the bed and kneels there, arse pointing towards the door; her cunt - already tender and moist, opening like a fleshy, pink flower - will be the first thing.