"Come in and have a seat."Thank you Master," the tall black man replied without any emotion.It was the day after the phone call. Charles had not slept...much and neither had Connie."Have you brought all your files with you?" Connie asked as she sat down across from the man."Yes Mistress," replied the man."And you've destroyed all other files?" Charles inquired firmly."As you commanded, Master," confirmed the man."Have you been contacted by any other Masters or Mistresses?" Charles demanded to. She was as extraverted and outspoken as I was shy and quiet. There wasn't much of a filter between her brain and her mouth and just about any thought that entered her head quickly passed unimpeded to her lips. She was also as curvy as I'd been small and petite (at least until my growth spurt) and she didn't mind flaunting it. Even now at the table she was wearing a tank top that was showing more cleavage than I knew my mom was comfortable with. She'd pretty much given up fighting Sarah about. She quickly reached her gag reflex, came up a little, and then forced her throat taking me all the way down and deep into her throat. I could feel her convulse on my cock since it was probably deeper than anything she had had before.She pulled off wheezing. “Shit!, You go in further than anyone I’ve ever had!” She went back down forcing her throat. I let my cum rise and shot a big load straight into her stomach. She was gulping since I wasn’t releasing her head. I eased off my flow and let her. On Friday afternoon she called me with a computer problem. I said I would come over right away and she said "Give me 5 minutes I need to change" When I got there she had the lowest neckline shirt you can imagine, with her 38C cleavage and I could see nearly all of those tits. She said her husband's overseas till next weekend - hint - I kept looking at her cleavage while I was talking to her fixing her network. When I was done she thanked me and I decided this was the time to push my luck after.