The queen sized brass bedhad a lavender chiffon canopy and matching satin skirting. A whitequilted satin comforter decorated with small red rose buds... pink linensand two lace edged pillows covered the bed frame. The bedside table wascovered with a white lace drape and had a pink ceramic lamp and alarmclock sitting on it. The walls were decorated with a number of framedprints. None of which a boy would ever want in his room. The mostdisturbing for Ned was the one of an Olympic swimmer. I stared at him for more than I should have...and was directing my stare at his crotch...which was beginning to grow. His hand moved over his growing cock...and as I looked up, he saw me gazing, mouth open in awe. He smiled, nodding to me to follow him. Damon was right...I saw a black man and all I wanted to do was submit to him. I was helpless and I couldn't believe it.I followed him to the men's room where he opened a stall and held his hand out to me to enter. I did. I can't believe, not a. Amy had maintained herself and took care of her body. She had the perfect boobs which were neither too big or too small. She had a flat stomach and an abdomen which went down to her perfect clean shaved pussy. She had looks to die for. Her hair was long and almost touched her butt crack. Her typical attire in her office was a formal skin tight skirt, a tight formal shirt and heels. Her hair was tied in a bun. Her tight clothes revealed her curves perfectly and she would get lots of stares from. I started putting things into the trunk, and when this half black, half something else woman steps out. She was a knockout, with at least C cup tits, brown eyes, hair down to her waist, and an hour glass figure that made her a wet dream walking and she was young to boot at least 18 or 19, and smiled at me when she got out of the cab. She walked around and helped me load my stuff into the trunk. I got in the back still numb to what was going on. The woman got in and asked “Where to cutie?” I.