"Why don't you take them shorts off so we can see how big that thing really is," Sarah said.Jerome couldn't believe his luck, he was smiling from ear ...o ear. He wasted no time in taking off his clothes. Now he was just standing there in his boxer briefs. The sweat gleamed off his huge muscles. His body was perfectly chiseled and black as coal too. Then he slowly peeled down his under wear.Our jaws dropped to the floor. "Holy shit, is that thing real," I said. I couldn't believe what I was. Butthen I realized where we were and decided that thiswasn’t the kind of place where people minded this sortof thing. It was for sure that this wasn’t the polite society inwhich Melissa and I usually spent out time. This wasdefinitely not our bridge club or the people we werefriends with at the local country club. I wondered whatthey would think if they could see my lovely Melissabeing face fucked this way; by a stranger, in a seedyrun down porno theater, on the outskirts of town.. "Yes." Without warning, the impact of the first stroke rippled through her like a wave starting from her ass and reaching all the way to her feet and hands. Her entire consciousness joined together with one single thought, which she gave voice to, "Aaaaaaaaaaaugh!" Her hands shot up from their position on the couch and grabbed at her ass. The first words in her mind were simply, "Oh my God!" After a moment, she regained some of her composure. Tears were still streaming down her face and she. I reached under my skirt, pulled down my thong and on my way out of the bathroom, threw it in the trash. Who would know anyway? Harmless. And truth be told, I kind of liked feeling naughty at work.I spent the rest of the morning filling out forms and submitting paperwork for clients, but before lunch I checked my email. There was the address again, and a new email. I opened it:Good girl. Meet for lunch in executive office, top floor. Secretary will show you in.My heart pounded. I would not only.