I locked my door behind and looked at that soft piece of cloth in my hands.That black bastard had aroused me too much. I could feel my pussy lips star...ing to get wet again as I looked at these silky panties. I started to fantasize with his huge black cock between my spread thighs, playing with my wet and horny cunt.I sat on my bed and took off my soaked yoga pants. Then I closed my eyes and started to rub my pussy. Just few minutes later, I came aloud in an intense orgasm and when I opened my. A drink...another...and another. I remember soft lips on mine, a grasping hand inside my trousers, my back arched against a passage wall as my cock exploded down a hungry woman's throat. I remember tasting only faintly my semen on her breath as opposed to its full bodied texture on my tongue before swallowing. And then I was alone, drunk, disheveled, and unmistakable defiled. I straightened myself up in the men's room. Washed my face. Tucked my shirt. Combed my finger furrowed hair. And. Had called all the shots, except for actually fucking her. She hadn't let them do that. She'd wanted to, but was too afraid. And school. She remembered now that she'd talked about archeology, but her grandmother had pooh-poohed that. Nobody could make a living in archeology. Business was the ticket. An MBA would open doors for her.Had it? Her shop was doing well. Her clientele were loyal. Her employees ran the day-to-day sales part, while she concentrated on ordering and finding new fashions.. At one point a man comes into the booth and you immediately turn your back to him and busy yourself in the corner, pretending to look for something in one of the bins. I put down the kilt and take care of him, selling him a suede flogger and a collar. He said he would send his sub over in a bit so the collar could be fitted.After he leaves, I look over at you."Someone you know I presume?" Yes, Mistress. Someone I know well. He would have recognized me for sure, even if I did not talk. We were.