Jimmy sat down at the break table and shook his head. He said, “I’ve done a lot of stupid things in my life. I’ve ranted about how unfair it was...that I was born a black man in a white world. I’ve bitched about being poor. I’ve blamed everyone and everything around me for my misery. I had dreams when I was a kid of being a rich man. I’m not a rich man.“I’m fifty years old and a short order cook who works the graveyard shift in a chain restaurant. But you want to know something? The only place. ..It hit me... "Well..." I said, and grabbed her hand, making her fall ontop of me. "Maybe if you clean up for us...." I said, kissing her quickly on the cheek.She caught my meaning and wasn't mad anymore... I snaked my hands up her shirt. "Oh, I forgot... I don't want you..." I saw the anger in her eyes rise again, but before she could respond... "I need you..." and then I pulled her shirt off, kissing each breast. As I unclasped that Black Bra, I grabbed her back, and pushed her left tit into. ‘Thank you ma’am may I have another’ is all you can muster in measured breath as you are bracing in anticipation as these slaps are getting harder but no less enjoyable. Spaaank. Slap number five. ‘Oh, that last slap was too much, let me at her,’ you playfully scream. She reaches over and unleashes you from both handcuffs. You take your blindfold off and you welcome the sight of her naked beauty and your cock twitches aching to be drained of its juices again. ‘New rule. Fuck me with wild. He gently fondled my soft pillowy breasts and I playfully caressed his cock and balls but in reality, we had already given each other every ounce of pleasure it was ever possible to give.It was almost eight thirty when I told him that I had to go. We were soon dressed and standing on the rear deck of ‘DANCING QUEEN’ and after one final kiss and a wave, I was on my way home.When I walked through my front door I called out, “Hi Mum.”She emerged from the kitchen and responded “Hi Candice, how was.