I guess I was just like most of the guys. I fell for the pretty face and fine body. I was sure after she said she was mine that she was solely mine. S...IT, now I wonder if she EVER quit fucking around and if she was just using me like she used to use her other boyfriends. You know she was always an expensive date and if you didn't give her a GREAT gift for special occasions it took forever to get back in her good graces. I think her picture should be used in the definition of 'high. It was clean and well looked after though without a regular attendant. It could be quite interesting in the daytime with 10 urinals and 6 cubicles. There was nothing specific about it, only that from time to time you could walk in and find someone playing with themselves at the urinals. In fact Martin had been lucky there a number of times. The real gem however was deeper into the park where the original Victorian lavatories were. A small red brick building with aslar decorations and a fake. Her figure if not wrong would have been 36-30-40 and damn her pony hair was the highlight in that office formals. She was wearing specs like any other personal assistant would have and carried that a sexy smile all the time on her face.She extended her hand to me for a shake hand and I was in a little shock because I was expecting someone a little old than her to be there but she was there. I recovered from the shock and extended by hand as well. She sat opposite to me beside my uncle and they. She’d already told me quite a bit about how well endowed he was, and because I’d never had sex with a black man before, I figured that it was the perfect opportunity to enjoy a new experience. She knew all about my other fantasy, but because we couldn’t make the room completely light tight, she found one of those sleep masks in a draw and suggested that we use it as a blindfold. I found it difficult to concentrate at work that day especially when I was in the sex toys showroom at the rear of.