When I was in the adult store one day I saw these hot young black men eyeing me up. Those of you who have read my other stories know I have a weakness...for black men. So I strut into the backroom and walked in the door marked woman. I looked around and sure enough there were several holes in the wall and a tv with porn playing on it. I closed and locked the door and took off my clothes. A couple of minutes later a big black cock poked through the hole. I had the man say suck my cock bitch. I. No, it was primal, the way you moved, like you had a need that had to be filled, but it was obvious the man you danced with was not up to the task. Just watching you dance created a burning in me that was all consuming. And that was just from the way you moved.You wore a low cut white blouse that almost promised a peek at more than just cleavage, but it never did. Your plaid mini skirt rode higher than the tops of your stockings, showing everyone the garter belt clipped to them, and that line. I guess the yellow is the other shit. Would you mind telling me what's going on?"Michael turned off the TV and reclined back in his chair."Scott wants me to take a drug test tomorrow," he told him."Ah! Yuri-nalisis," he replied."You got it." So this means you're," he said, pausing. "You're gonna drink it?" he continued slowly. "YUCK!" My systems have no waste to process. Any liquid I intake gets expunged without processing." I explained."This explains why your piss smells of stale coffee. As I dusted it off, it dawned on me where I was. The grey block was stone, cold, and very grave. As a matter of fact, it WAS a grave.We were in a graveyard. I didn't know what to think. A boy was meeting her in a graveyard? That couldn't be it ... As I saw that she was leaving my vision, I made sure to keep up, not willing to let her out of my sight at this point.Okay, so she wasn't seeing a boy. But the only other reason she would come to a graveyard with a flower was ... Oh no. Oh God, no..