Normal shit; he had a younger sister, mom and dad. School, some sport, no girlfriend. He couldn’t see that I was stroking my groin as we talked. Tic...ling myself fruitlessly.“I like talking to you.” I told him, “There must be a lot of girls your age that are more interesting than me.”“Not that I’ve met.” He claimed gallantly, “I’m really attracted to older women.”“But not as old as me.”“Not until now.” He admitted.“Have you video chatted with other women?” I asked.“Yes.” He told me, “Not like. I'll text you the address shortly. It's a quiet little spotdowntown. I'll be there at seven sharp, so don't keep me waiting." Yes, Miss Demonica." You learn fast. I like that, Camilo. See you tomorrow night."* * * * *He'd been waiting at a table in The Elephant Room jazz club for tenminutes when Mistress Demonica walked in. Camilo's eyes widened and hismouth fell open as soon as he spotted her. She was every bit as stunningas her pictures on Fetlife. Maybe more so.The dark skinned Goddess'. "Emily picked up the papers that were stacked on her bed and began scanning them for corroborating information to what Charles was saying, and indeed there was his name signed across the bottom of several pages that looked like contracts."Yes, it seems as if my dear old Grandpa-papa... was interested in owning his own slave and had found a loophole of sorts, although I imagine it was not exactly legally binding, but he definitely was a forward thinker that one." OH MY GOD" exclaimed Emily as. I told him that were just married and beginning the shared wife lifestyle. He asked me if I ever had a black man before. I said no that we didn't know any up in Canada. I brought him back to our table and told Marc and he winked at me that it was Ok and to go for it. We sat and drank and Dave was sitting right beside me and put his hand on my leg and started to caress it and sliding it up my skirt. I parted my legs and he slid up to my pantyless pussy and he rubbed me through my pantyhose which.