The fabric felt cool as she slid it over her head. With no panties or bra she felt completely unencumbered. Tying the halter loosely, she revealed an ...��accidental’ sliver of the side of her boobs. With a pair of kitten heeled sandals she was ready to go. She drove to a little bakery not far from her house and bought an assortment of breakfast pastries. Back at her house she swiped a bottle of champagne from her dad’s bar. She arranged it all in a basket along with some fresh oranges. Checking. I love being taken this way, used as nothing more than a cum dump, and my orgasm is fast approaching. Yet just as I reach the edge of climax, Jeffrey blows his thick load inside me.Disappointed and frustrated, I begin to rise from the chair and give him an earful. Placing a strong hand in the center of my back, he barks “Don’t move, slave, I’m not done with you yet.” Somewhat appeased, I lay back down over the chair. He slides the dress and panties down over my hips and has me step out of them,. They were both feeling the effects when Malik said, “So why’d you pick me?”“Come again,” Nick slurred.“Me. Why did you pick me to sit with at the bar?”“Honestly, you were the only other Black person there.”“Oh okay,” Malik acknowledged rubbing his stomach. “Why did you come to my room?”“I liked the possibility of what could happen.”“What possibility,” pressed Nick.“You know. Seeing how friendly we could become,” Malik cryptically replied. “Are you familiar with the African history?”“Somewhat,”. ” he paused, “friend of yours?”“Yes,” I admitted, “though not a close one. Dulcie and I helped her out a little at Christmas.”“Can you ... I mean ... what do you know about her?”“Bob...” I frowned, thinking. “Bob, I don’t think I’m at liberty to discuss Suki. Or anyone else, for that matter.”He nodded. “Okay. I understand, I suppose.”“Seriously, if you want to know about her history, you need to ask her.”And that was it ... at least at that time. We finished up, togged up, and straddled our.