”“You look tired.”“Mmm hmm,” I said, then yawned to punctuate my answer.“Didn’t sleep well?” she asked, standing up and moving toward ...he kitchen door.“Slept fine. Just was up late.”“Oh?”“Thinking,” I said as we entered the coolness of the kitchen.“Is it what I think you were thinking about?”“Probably.”“You want to talk about it?” she asked solicitously.“Yeah. I think I do,” I said, surprising myself as much as her.“Over breakfast?”I shook my head. “Breakfast can wait, I guess.”She turned and. I looked him in the eyes and asked if I knew him, he smiled back and said not yet but I would know him real well, real soon. I raised my hand and placed it on his shoulder and asked what he meant by that.He just smiled and walked towards me placing his hands around my waist gripping my ass cheeks and pulling me towards him and kissing me deeply. I couldn't move, I just allowed this young man to kiss me deeply and grope my ass for anyone passing to see. I felt his big black cock growing upwards. I think we spoke online for months before we finally met.Then came the first real life meeting. He told me what to wear. He wanted me to look like a real slut with a very short skirt and fishnet stockings, black high heeled boots, no panties, a tight top – and a jacket because it was winter.The chemistry between us was perfect – He balanced it so well and treated me like a slut but never forgot that I was a person too. When he gave me the money it was like a bond being sealed and I was his. I couldn't believe my eyes when as if on cue, Claus raised the man's legs and impaled himself in the man and fucked him vigorously. The colonel yelped and immediately I tasted his warm tangy semen whichdeluged forth it rattled the man's body. His barrage of incomprehensible, throaty hoarse words I felt rest assured were well meaning, grabbing my hair in his fist only a reactionary impulse. Claus was not long until his own body shuddered and he mouthed a mix of English and Polish profanities. I.