More enjoyable.”“Don’t count on it,” Robert said, glancing at him. “You’re sitting with Stanley, so he can monitor you. I’ve noticed the...two of you. If we leave you alone, you’ll flirt and toss around sexual innuendo. Word about you laughing at the world’s reaction to you will be on every network within the hour.”“My pressure just jumped another twenty points. Director Stanley’s not quite a comforting guy.”“No, this ... situation could either make or break the agency. He’s likely to be worse. " I mean it." All right, I believe you. All I'm saying is-" I'm not!"I ducked my head, because I'd shouted. I heard Sarah moan something fromin the room, so we went in and I slipped in beside her. I felt like I was13 years old again, back in my early, girly days, when I'd spent thenight at Sarah's a million times.But it was cool, and I felt completely comfortable. I mean, these were myfriends; I wasn't about to mack on any of them.Chapter Four:Pour Water on Me Until I Live AgainWhen we got up. Julie Thompson was 5'14, long blonde hair, sky blue eyes, great body, My Dad, he was Julie's husband was killed in a car crash when I was 2-months-old, He was coming home from a local bowling ally, he was part of a bowling team and the bowling ally was having a bowling league tournament, he and his team had won the tournament, until it started raining, it was raining so hard, dad couldn't see the road, until a big diesel truck was driving on the wrong side of the road and the headlights were on. .. My beloved hubby was at home; but Jerome said that Victor could stay and watch as his huge black dick abused my poor tight ass…After dinner, I got ready for my Master. I put on a sexy black dress, with black nylon hose, no panties and a pair of sexy stilettos. I looked at myself in the mirror and knew my black man would be pleased to see me dressed like a real street whore…Victor begged me to have a piece of my wet cunt before Jerome would show up, but I rejected him, telling my Black Master.