I was dressed for the interviews that I knew we were going to endure. I had on a pair of pale cashmere slacks, a white pure silk blouse and my gold ne...klace with the single perfect diamond that my mother gave me, when I turned 18. I was wearing my usual 4-inch patent leather pumps.Mel was similarly attired. Although rather than a white motif she was in a shade of pale green that no woman in her right mind would wear, unless she had faultless café-au-lait skin. On Mel that color looked both. "You came" he said as she walked in. He was suprised that she was there as they had met through a website and she had told him she had a boyfriend. Although that didn't matter to her as she had met him by cheating on her ex-husband. He offered her a coffee to which she said "I'm here for something hot and black hun but it isn't coffee" She then threw her arms around him and kissed him fiercely. He grabbed her arse with both hands and lifted her up against the wall, he quickly realised that she. Colin shut the door behind him, locking it as he took in her appearance. Gone was the ‘put-together’ woman who owned a bookstore and coffee shop and in her place was a woman casually dressed in cut off shorts and a tee shirt. Colin reached out and pinched her nipple hard through her tee shirt, causing her to flinch but say nothing.“Put some shoes on. We are going to my place. I want to fuck you and make you scream in pleasure and I don’t want any neighbors to interfere with your training. You. “Maybe the bed is better?” I suggested. “Good thinking,” Mr. Chapman said, standing up to lead the way. I smiled up at him and put his arm around my shoulder, standing close as we walked from the living room to his bedroom. “Are you okay with this?” I whispered.“Are you?” he whispered back. We both nodded.“I want to be cozy too,” Courtney said, sliding under his other arm and wrapping it around her bare waist. Jasmine followed behind us but put her hands on his hips, like she were in a conga.