I told her to strip, she did, nervously, still not knowing it was me........then when down to matching briefs I took her and her bag to the bathroom a...d instructed the white mini see-through net number was put on, I closed the door. Mandi called that she was ready (was she?). I guided her back into the room and struggled to just take advantage there and then, I was rock hard at this point. Should I get her to open her eyes and make love to her? Or should I treat her like a slut? Or should I. Well basically as well as I knew them myself...a girl can ask no more...I needed no more...I was overtaken by pussy happiness...consumed in my own seeping moisture mixed with his added tongue wetness. I was addicted to my clits imploring need for attention and it was getting it share. Then more than its fair share. Oh fuck it was all me... my clit...my clit...my beautiful clit...imploding and exploding as the knowledgeable prick was grabbing, squeezing, manipulating the skin fold over my. Chapter 15 Winterfair Night News travels fast in a small community and by the time I had descended from the high balcony to the hallway near my quarters it was not a question of whether Mother had heard of our very-public kiss, but how many times. My feet had barely been touching the flagstones as I descended the stairs. My cheeks were rosy with more than the cool air, my eyes alight with more than the bright sun. Then I saw Mother standing at the doorway to her chambers that I must. He thrust into me squeezing the the cum from my cunt all over my upper thighs. After three minutes he nutted again deep inside me again filling my unprotected womb full of his seed. He pulled out and fixed his pants and costume and left the office without a word. I sat there with his cum trickling out of me wondering what I was to do. I did not even know his name and was not sure if I had just got knocked up by a black man. I fixed my costume and went down the hall to the ladies room and.