He messaged me saying that he really did like me and that he wanted to see some pics of me. I thought that was weird but he is so good looking I could...'t help myself. So I sent him pics like he asked. and then the next day they boys were mean like usual but were saying things like "hey slut, nice rack." Or they would try and touch me. And I knew Darren had to have showed them. By the end of the day I must have had my ass and tits grabbed at least 50 times. Then when I went home they all were. He had a nice office and the first thought that came to my mind was did he fuck Sue in this room. At that thought I really started to dislike Mr. Evans more than ever. I introduced Tad and started doing all the talking."Hello Mr. Evans, this is Tad Worth a friend of mine and he will be at this meeting you called today" I told Bill as we all exchanged hand shakes."Mr. Thomas, Bob, I thought this would be a small closed door meeting between you and I?" Mr. Evans asked me."Well I thought I would. “What is so amusing?” a lightly accented voice asked and I turned to face the stranger who had addressed me. He had the flushed countenance of a man on the brink of inebriation, a cigar protruded from his grinning lips and his bedroom eyes seemed to peer into my very soul. He didn’t appear at all put off by my lack of response and amicably shook my hand, introducing himself as Patrice. His German was immaculate for a Frenchman and before I knew it he had pulled me into a conversation about. I was always on that ledge of submitting and he could always pull me over that ledge and have me fall head over heels in lust for him. Come to think of it, Darius and O had definitely made me question my sexuality over recent months. I don't know if their magnificent black cocks had turned me gay, but I knew I could no longer consider myself straight. Was it bi-sexual? Did it even have a label? O had referred to me as a 'stray' previously which implies, straight-gay. All I know is that it just.