She tells me to follow her to the interviewing room. As we are walking she tells me that her name is Sasha and that she is very glad to meet me. She w...s chitchatting about the company and other menial things, but all I could think of was the buzzing sound coming from somewhere. I thought it was weird that no matter how far I walk with Sasha the sound stayed the same. I then realized that the noise was coming from her. It turns out that she was wearing a vibrating egg up her ass. I couldn't. Anyway, it was probably that same day that it happened. It must have been because we heard about it the next day.It turned out that the for once the salesman hadn't been lying. He was messing around with someone else. And she, like my mom, had been married at the time. Only the new woman was married to one of those mob types. Someone kicked in the door while mom and the salesman were eating and shot both of them multiple times. The salesman learned a lesson about screwing the wrong woman and. Fen’s sexless reputation came crashing down in our third year, when to the amazement of all she made a determined and successful bid for the body of an inoffensively nerdish member of our French Lit Hist class, one Dan Scarsdale. Poor Dan didn’t know what had hit him. From the moment they became an “item” Fen not only wore him on her arm like a handbag but, as time went by, it seemed that she was also wearing him out; while she blossomed ever more radiantly he gradually changed from appearing. I don’t know if he excites me because I’ve never been with a black man, or because I know that nothing will ever really happen. I realize that these are nothing but outrageous fantasies. All I know is that I want so badly for it to be real, that I’ve been fucking myself silly every night with that gigantic black cock. Of course, it’s only a toy, the only sexual outlet I have available right now. But the tighter I grip it, the wider I spread my pussy, the deeper and harder I fuck myself, the.