Two giant security guards had attacked me. They locked the door behind them and made me stand in the middle of the room. They were both black men, har... bodies, muscular and even handsome...I started to be scared, thinking those men were going to fuck me inside that room and nobody could help me…"Get against the wall, bitch" The older guard ordered me. The look on his face was so cruel and hard that I had to turn away from his gaze. "Why?" I pleaded, trying to be defiant to both men."We're going. Sylvia, peered over her coffee cup, which she held poised delicately in her petite hand, while addressing Tim her husband of 20 years. She was a pretty, willowy, tall, dark-haired woman, her make up perfect, her hair, that long black hair he loved so much, in a neat bun. Tidily dressed in a dark skirt and a silky white blouse, with just a hint of a cream foundation bra showing through its thin materiel. Even the stockings that enhanced her long-tapered legs where precisely aligned the seams not. Just after lunchtime on one particularly hot day, she was struggling back to the house with several bags of shopping. I put them down outside my front gate, to wipe sweat out of her eyes and find key..she saw me and said , “Oh hello, Shailu isn’t it? You couldn’t do me a favor, could you love, and help me inside with these bags?”I gave a nervous smile and hefted up the bags and carried them to front door, then through to the kitchen where I placed them on a counter. As I was turning to go she. Again I started at her neck and caressed with my finger tips from her neck to the tips of her feet, making her body tremble from excitement and pleasure. I then started again to massage gently but firmly the front of her body paying particular attention to her firm beautiful breasts and nipples standing very erect from each breast. I continued down her body as it trembled again under my touch, massaging the inner portions of her thighs again and the rest of her legs all the way to the tips of.