He buzzed. ‘Alyssa?’ ‘Good morning,‘ she said warmly, noting immediately that his tone was positively frigid this morning. Sighing internally,...she grabbed her leather binder, a pen and her coffee cup after he said ‘Please come in’, and clicked the intercom off. She didn’t offer another greeting when she went in, just closed the door behind her and settled herself in the comfortable chair in front of Graham’s desk. He was angled away from her, typing something into his computer. After a minute,. He was so tall that the top of her head barely reached his chest. As she looked up she noticed that his dark eyes were affixed on her and seemed to hypnotize her. “Mr. Afolabi, please do not hold me this close. My father would not approve and I feel uncomfortable doing this.” “Relax little girl, this is just part of your introduction to bonding with African culture and there is no harm intended,” Afolabi replied. His words seemed assuring until Candy began to feel a hardening in the African’s. She started carressing my chest. then i moved to kissing her neck. i gave her a nice hicky and she moaned pleasurely. then i moved my hand towards her tits an started massaging thosse little peaches. i took off her shirt and she took off her bra. then i saw the little ones. the i started kissing her tits and oh was she liking it. then while kissing everything in between i moved to her pants. she had one of those really short ones. i opened them threw them away and started putting my hand inside. Most of my life white boys had avoided talking to me at any cost. I thought i would be pleasant and introduced myself, "yes, i can help you. My name is Sana by the way." He seemed grateful "thanks. I really appreciate that. You have a beautiful name by the way." I went across to his computer and helped him log on for some courses. He seemed grateful. I had to get going as it was getting late, "it is getting late. I need to be going home. It was nice meeting you." He asked "before you go. Let me.