.. does it involve you," asked Jack as seductively as possible considering he was on the verge of cracking up."Maybe," replied Denise stifling her gig...les for the moment."Can you give me a hint as to what it would be," wheedled Jack."No, but you can tell me what you're wearing," retorted Denise."Oh really. Well in that case, I'm wearing a tee shirt, tan shorts, and flip flops, why?" What else?" pressed Denise."Blue boxer briefs... Why? What are you wearing," countered Jack, wondering where this. The black bastard got on top of her and started to inch his massive black rod into her wet hole. Anita leaned up and licked the sweat off his chest as he pushed his pole further in. She was responding like a whore in heat…Tyler pushed his cock all the way in and Anita let out a scream, a scream of pleasure I had never heard. As he pulled it out she started telling him how he could fuck her anytime he wanted. He told her that depended on how well she followed his orders. As he pounded her pussy. . I'm Marsha Collins," she said using her maiden name. "I have an appointment with Ms. Lymon." Ah, yes, Ms. Collins. Please have a seat. Ms. Lymon will be with you shortly."Marsha took a seat and nervously thumbed through a magazine.The intercom buzzed and the secretary picked up the phone, listened, then smiled."Ms. Lymon will see you now," she said indicating the large opaque glass door.Marsha paused, her hand on the door handle, and tried to compose herself. Her heart was racing and her mind. ”“I am married though and the guilt is tearing me apart.”“I can feel this a****listic energy within you. Is this all you have done is lusted?”The question caught me off guard and I paused knowing the answer was not something that I wanted to admit.“…I couldn’t resist one day she left her swim suit outside and I stole part of it.”“I see.” The voice paused before continuing, “This is quite the sin. What did you do with the stolen suit?”“The next time she was laying out topless I beat off into the.