“In fact” I continue “you’re just a jumped up little bully who isn’t worthy or cleaning my shoes. I wouldn’t piss on you if you were on fi...e!”He actually looks scared. Fucking hell, this is great! I’m really enjoying this! I’m going to lose my job for sure but it’s totally worth it. I feel so alive! My heart starts to pound as I can feel my body getting hotter, yet I have goose pimples all over.I look at him and I see he’s no longer looking at my face but at my chest. “Do you hear me? DO YOU!?”. But I stressed — "and this goes for you, too, Fran" — that there were bound to be times when she knew I would be otherwise occupied and on those occasions I was happy for her to enjoy herself elsewhere. I was, frankly, slightly taken aback to hear myself so unsentimentally explaining the logic of the situation but the girls seemed to accept it as a matter of course, although Fran, much the more empathetic of the two, did spare a thought for the innocent victim."Do what you have to with Tommy,. Anyway getting back to my storie now you know a bit about me . One night I arranged for a photographer to do a portfolio photoshoot to keep for me to show people and to look at .So the night is here and I have got two short tight skirts and three fetish outfits to wear .When I arrive at the studio I'm greeted by two 6foot tall black men one was the photographer the other was his assistant and make up artist .Was I horny when I saw how hot these two were as i have always fantasized about getting. Imagine a long sheath, shawl collared, sleeveless, a single button at the waist, held secure by a wide belt in gold lame, that swelled into a mid-calf length full skirt that was open in front to show my legs, all done in a gold and green brocade. Add some cheap plastic, jangling hoops and bracelets. I hated it but Jeannie shushed me quiet and walked me out of there. Next thing I know, we are stopping by Raoul's villa, and Jeannie is slipping me a gift to say "Hi!"Raoul looked me over and smiled.