She pulled out a white halter neck dress and tried it against herself as if it mattered what she looked like. She delved into the lingerie and pulled...some panties out and stepped into them. Then a bra to hold her large breasts and finally she stepped into the dress and pulled it up. It was tight, too tight and seemed to cling to all of her curves. Clearly that was what they wanted. At the bottom of the cupboard she pulled out some heeled leather boots. Her initial thought was to use them. The scrambled egg had bits of shredded ham and some pieces of green stuff mixed in. The green stuff might have been parsley or spinach or something like that but I’m not sure. I put a knife and fork in Bec’s hands and she started eating. She did everything slowly and carefully like it took all of her concentration to focus on a bit of pancake and get it on her fork and bring that to her mouth and chew it and then swallow. She seemed to be getting more aware of what was going on around her but. I slid my hand into the opening and started inching towards her asshole but at that moment she stopped me and got up. She had a smirk on her face and she held my hand and led me put of the cafe and into the car. She made me drive her to her house where we both got off and hurried up to her bedroom.The moment I went up to her bedroom I locked the door and pushed her against the wall and pushed my head against hers and started making out with her in full force and pushed my Tongue into her mouth. They were primal sounds, from within the deepest and darkest depths of the soul. Primitive and guttural moans and groans escaped her, along with every curse word under the sun. It was the woman’s swearing that made her blush, oddly enough, rather than the big black man pummeling this woman’s pussy right in front of her.She shifted her weight from one foot to the other and felt a dampness at her crotch. Her panties were wet and clinging to her sex, as she watched the fucking show unfold right.