This was definitely not kosher but I didn’t care. Jeffrey could kick my ass later if he wanted to, I had to make a good impression on his sexy, big-...ottomed sister. I had to, folks. I wouldn’t punk out on a fine-looking Black woman like that. And that’s how it all began, folks. I contacted Nikki Brown on Facebook and added her as a friend. We chatted and agreed to meet somewhere. I met her at the Food Court inside Copley Mall in Boston. I wore a red silk shirt, black silk pants and my black. No one would ever believe that I didn't consent to anything anal. It would be impossible to prove. Even though the anger was the most prevalent emotion I also noted a great deal of gratefulness coursing through me. It could have been so very much worse. The thought was sobering. I finished my shower quickly. I had to get off this boat immediately. I fought the primal urge to flee as adrenaline born of fear pumped through me. I stopped myself and took three deep breaths. Then I opened the door. Thank you for making it." Shatze, for you, it was a pleasure. You are a good boy. Even my Hans likes you, and he doesn't like any young people. He said you helped him with the golf things yesterday, when his back was aching. Am I right, Hans?" Ja, he's a goot boy. Even if he does steal the kisses from all the Frauleins in mein car." Hans laughed, winking at me to show he was only kidding.Mrs. Parsons came downstairs then, and I went into the dining room to keep her company while she ordered her. Our mouths were just inches apart and we were both spent. we could taste each others hot panting breathes and were both too exhausted to do anything else but stay locked in a sticky embrace as one. Weof course had to clean up.We both had a quick shower together, but shower sex isnt really a thing in a normal sized shower stall outside of porn and movies and apart from a bit of passionate kissing we were both too knackered to go further.I dressed, he phoned me a taxi we kissed a bit again and.