My juniors to go for breakfast and I forgot something in room… They went ahead and I came to her..I asked her weather I can get a girl to fuck today...as I was feeling very horny.. She told that rate will be around 1000 rs. For 1 fuck… I told her that it isn’t possible right now.. You reduce the rate.. I told I want a good girl in 200rs. For 1 fuck… She told that it is impossible…After a bit discussion I asked her weather she wanted that money.. She told that for that you will fuck me…. And then. I could feel the faint roughness of his five o'clock shadow, the stubble of a long day's growth, like sandpaper on my smooth skin and I loved that feeling. I loved the way his sandy hair felt under my hands, so different than my African hair. His was soft and silky, mine coarse and wiry. And his skin so light and pink as he was flushed with desire for me. My Master was on his knees, sucking my cock, making me feel good and I was cumming hard into his mouth.I sagged, literally, and only Mr.. Hank couldn't believe what she was doing, but she also couldn't bringherself to stop. Having such a handsome man on top of her was boththrilling and nerve racking at the same time."You look scared," he said as he broke the kiss and positioned himselfdirectly over her.She looked up his strong arms, noting how his muscles bulged andstretched as he held himself over her. There were beads of sweatforming on his chest, and she lifted a hand to feel if it was as firmas it looked. "I am scared," she. At some point he had asked her if she wanted a drink, the next instance she was holding a glass filled with a sweet white wine. She took the glass, all the time talking erratically as she nervously sipped at the drink. During the course of their one-sided conversation, her glass that she kept emptying kept magically refilling. After a while she felt very odd, like she didn’t seem to have much control over what she was saying or thinking. Everything started spinning in her head, her mind flooded.