This is the story of the day that caused me to be incarcerated. This story is not meant to be an apology, I am only writing this because remembering t...at day still puts a smile on my face. For seven long years I was a loyal but under appreciated employee of The First National Trust Bank in Racine Wisconsin. I was a hard worker, but could never seem to buy an even break. I would constantly watch as employees would be hired after me and quickly rise through the company above me and into. "Oh dear, Jaimie,you appear to have made a mess of my shoes already with that thing betweenyour legs, be a darling and clean up that mess for your Aunty now wontyou?" Yes Aunty." And Jaime immediately bent low and licked his mess from hiscontrolling Aunty Scarlett's heel, leaving it shin and clean in no time atall. "Thank you Aunty." You are welcome dear," Scarlett said as she holds his face and slowlydraws his gaze to hers, as she does Jaimie has a brief moment to observeher in her full. "Damn, you're fantastic," I whispered. "I knew you'd find something you'd like, but there's more where that came from," replied Audrey. I eased on down her brown stomach, getting a first look at her hairless pussy. I always heard black women had very course pubic hair that was scratchy to the skin, so I guess that's why she shaved it. I let my nose brush across her lips and breathed in a little of the smell coming from within and found it pleasing if not a little musky. Not to waste time. " Sounds complicated."Walt considered the machine. "Actually, it's not as complicated as itsounds. I'll have to salvage some parts from here and there; specialorder some others. But it'll be worth it when it's done. You'll see."Walt gave the seat, what would be Marcia's seat, a loving pat. "For allthe trouble, it'll be a sweet ride." I can't wait. It's going to be a lot of fun." It's going to be great, you wait and see," he assured her. "This bicyclehas magic in it. I can feel it. It'll take us.