"There is always something going on. But he doesn't cheat or underpay anyone — ever. Please don't misunderstand me; he's no pushover. Several people...have tried to con him. The operative word is 'tried.' To my knowledge, no one has ever succeeded. Once someone tries, though, he's off Mr. Wainwright's 'good-guy' list forever. He never forgets a friend, but he never forgets an enemy, either."Look, I realize you're a little worried right now, but in a few weeks, you're going to be too busy to. What was he going to do with me? He was a huge guy, and could overpower me very easily. I was a slender white guy with little to no muscle, dressed up like a girl. I couldn't do anything if he suddenly became violent. He took another sip of his own wine. "Hmm," he hummed, "Cheap doesn't mean the wine isn't good," he said. "So I bet you are sitting there, scared, probably have a text out to a friend, and are wondering why a big black guy is sitting on your couch? Might as well get everything out. He held up his note and she read, 'you want more?’ She smiled shyly and nodded slowly to him, looking at his erection again before writing another note, pressing the words 'I want orgasm!' against the glass. Matt grinned, then wrote in response, 'spank then toy’. She smiled wide at him and went back to lean over the bed. She struck her buttocks much harder as he watched her, each swat she landed causing her knees to slightly buckle as she arched her back, moaning loudly, her ass becoming a deep. I saw her glancing into my basket. “I have a son.” She just nodded. “I just got divorced” I added. I felt like I needed to explain. She just nodded again, still unsure of what to say. “Maybe I will get the blue one.” She said indicating to the bed set she had been looking at earlier. “Do you maybe want to grab a coffee? I just need to pay for these things.” I asked, on the off chance she may not have any plans. I wasn’t really sure what I was expecting, but the instantaneous attraction I had.