Her skin was pale, almost white, and spangled all over with small brown freckles that trailed up her arms, across her shoulders and over her breasts. ...er breasts were large and heavy, with small pink nipples. She put her hands to her breasts, cupping their weight, feeling her nipples harden against her palms, and smiled. Stanley loved her breasts. They were the only part of her body he ever complimented, and she loved the way his voice sounded, husky and strained, when he talked like that, so. He half opened his eyes and a smile appeared. He put his arm around my waist and pulled me closer. ‘Good morning, you wild thing you,’ he said hoarsely. ‘You conquered the jungle last night – are you ready to defeat the corporate dragon today?’ Laughing, I replied, ‘I’m going to have a hard time keeping a straight face in front of all those serious businessmen if my mind wanders to our experience last night. If they only could have seen me in chains!’ ‘Well, that’s an image I’m going to. Dressed in black dress pants, blue dress shirt without a tie and a leather jacket. Six foot two inches tall, #180 or so and undeniably attractive! He had a big ‘ol manly head with short cropped black hair. Black moustache of medium length with the goatee a bit closer cut. The hair surrounded a warm smile that looked like it hid a fun time behind the white teeth. The thick built, wide shouldered stranger took a few more steps, surely walked like he knew what he was after. I hoped that what my. And as Claire and Jason walked arm in arm towards the door, I felt myself color up as several guests and restaurant staff looked at me with a variety of expressions. I’m sure they were wondering why my pretty wife had entered the restaurant on my arm. but was now leaving on the arm of the muscular black man who towered over me by nearly a foot.My embarrassment and sense of exclusion continued as Claire and her masculine black friend walked ahead of me, the sounds of their laughter and.