‘If you can pay it back then all is good, I would imagine?’ His captive suddenly exhaled aloud and cried. ‘Yes! Exactly man! I can pay it back. ...or real, man. I can!’ The man in black sat there staring at him for several more long and tense moments. ‘You see, there’s the problem.’ He said. ‘Some debts can’t be repaid.’ ‘Ah, shit man!’ The black man replied, almost instantly. ‘You think I don’t know there’s gonna be some interest?!? Some steep interest? Yeah, I know that man. And I can still pay. Us She was not forward at all so far, we got too my room and she saw my electric guitar right away and asked if I could play, I said “Yeah a few tunes” She asked to play a few, I played some rock and then some nice softer music, she loved it and we started to find ourselves becoming friends. We decided to get to the project and while we worked and planned we talked and got to know eachother, I told her I also played Saxophone and drums, and she told me about how much she loved music. I couldn't. One finger, then two. Then she used her entire hand, back and forth, still slowly, but with more force. As she did this, I explored her body with my hands. The fireplace crackled; it gave off an orange hazy glow. The rich dark hues of the wood in the office made everything darker, creating an almost dreamlike atmosphere. The mixture of colognes, wine, and the heat from our bodies provided an intoxicating blend of passion. The breathing grew heavy; the touches more sweeping, the motions of our. I couldn’t stop staring. She had shaved her groin completely hairless, smooth and bare. I was immediately and fiercely hard. “Come here, Billy, and fuck me,” she said calmly. I about fainted. I mean here I was a sixteen-year-old virgin who had only had sex with his right hand and his pillow, and the girl I tried to avoid thinking about wanted me to mount her. I ran. She followed, wearing a short robe that she didn’t bother to close or belt and stood in front of my desk, showing me everything I.