It was exactly the kind of outfit a stripper would wear.Mark stared at her see through dress, marveling at the way her breasts pushed against the skin...tight fabric. The fish net plunged all the way to navel, and he admired her perfectly smooth skin.“Remember me now?” she murmured.Mark was frozen in place, taking her all in. His eyes searched for more of her skin underneath the dress and her hair- anything he could get.Jade didn’t wait long before stepping closer to Mark, and wrapping her arms. I told her she climbed into my bed instead of mom and dads. Tired, she asked if she could stay awhile. I said sure. Then she noticed I was naked and asked why I wasnt wearing pajamas. I said I always sleep this way because its more comfortable. She paused then asked if she could sleep naked too. My heart skipped and I said of course. So, still groggy, she stood up and slipped off her pajama top revealing her small round nipples and budding breasts. Even though I had just cum, my erection got. “Just enjoy.” There’s that voice again. Along with his smell and touch he doesn’t feel threatening. He feels familiar. Still choked by his hand I ask “who are you?” – “Shhht. Relax.” And is hand moves – caressing my cheek, down my neck and chest, then fondles around my boobs and feeling them up. A quiet sigh escapes my lips. His other hand pulls my dress up and pushes me forward a bit. “Get on your knees.” he demands while downright worshipping my ass. He kneels behind me and starts to kiss my. Most of them end up working at Starbucks or Wal-Mart because this racist and close-minded little government town doesn’t believe in hiring people of non-European descent. When I applied to work at CIBC, the person from human resources thought I was white because of my last name and thick Montreal accent. When I showed up for the interview, I could tell that she wasn’t expecting me. I’m six-foot-one, broad-shouldered and muscular, with light brown skin, curly black hair and hazel eyes. I get my.