She hadn't felt so used since her last stay at the Plantation Club. The colored girl could feel that her pussy was soaked. She felt the white man's ha...ds on either side of her head and he began to fuck her face. The slurping noises she made were replaced by her gagging and sputtering as he pushed his cock into her mouth. The black woman relaxed and didn't resist as she felt his climax nearing."Uh! Uh!," he grunted as he ejaculated in her mouth. "Ahhh..."The negress felt his hot sperm hit the. The owners wanted a quick sale in February, one of the worst months for selling houses, especially since that February was a very grey, cold and wet one.With the business of getting to know his new rôle as Managing Director, to say nothing of every aspect of the work they were doing, then the negotiations concerning the house, John had little time to concentrate on disabusing Carol of her misconceptions, or perhaps confronting her with her own deception. He knew that this would take all his. But that was normal. They hadn’t become vanilla by any stretch of the imagination, but he loved her and found himself wanting to be tender with her more often than not.However, he certainly knew by the current ache in his cock that if his sweet little slut wanted something more aggressive and out there, well, he had no problem acquiescing to her request.“You’ve got it, slut. On one condition,” he added“Anything,” she answered in a sultry voice, her eyes lighting up with desire.“I’m going to. Fast forward fifteen years. I’m twenty four years old. I had just graduated from Bunker Hill Community College in Boston with my Associate’s degree in Criminal Justice. How did I pay for school? I worked under the table. Doing odd jobs here and there. I had no work permit and no social security number, side effect of being technically an illegal immigrant in America. I was done with college but couldn’t get a job because of my uniquely sad situation. I was despairing until I heard of a program.