All the 'great' designers seemed like phonies and opportunists who took other people's work and called it their own, and made clothes no sane woman wo...ld wear. I don't feel that way so much now, but... "Anyway. Monday, this other friend sent me a clip of your Still Waters Fashions introduction. After I quit laughing, I decided to pass it around. I showed it to the News Director and the guys at the Night Show. They loved it. News wanted to cover it, the Night Show wanted an interview. But nobody. We both got undressed and she pulled on a long silky black nightdress with an open back, we got on the bed and resumed kissing each other again, she was wanking my cock and I was, well shall I say groping her. A few minutes later I moved down her body to her dripping wet vagina, although I didn't know it at the time but I was about to learn something very significant about this woman: she loved to cum and fuck how she could cum too., bloody dangerous she was. I got to work with my tongue to. I thanked her and ran down the hall as she called out "The guy is huge and black." Oh fuck what have I done, I should of told her about the bet and made a joke of it maybe that would've stopped this. I knew of a new club being built but I didn't know that it had opened up this soon.As I rounded the corner I seen the club wasn't open yet so see told me at least two lies. I drove around every bar or place a person could go dancing and nothing.That's when it hit me, how dumb could I be, I have his. Where the fuck is she going at 2am?, I wondered. The monster gained control of me again as I watched her sneak around the side of the house. It was easier to make out her features, now, in the moonlight. It was definitely her, dressed in a light white tee shirt and flannel pajama bottoms. I had to strain my neck to see around the corner of the house but it was obvious she was up to no good. She kept looking around nervously but not at the street or my car. She was keeping a watchful eye on the.