I first met Stephanie six years ago at an adult education college. We were both taking the same French language class, and since I was struggling whil... she was just about the smartest person there, I asked her to give me a little after hours help. She agreed, and I found myself struggling to learn French at her house at her house once a week. I couldn't believe my luck - Stephanie was beautiful and vivacious, the kind of smart, supremely confident woman that I'm always hugely attracted to but. Then she walked towards the bed, “Lie down” she looked like she was about to explode, but her voice was quiet and soft. She looked scary, I did what she demanded, give me your hand. I reached out, she took my hand and from under the pillow she pulled a leather strap, wrapping one end around my hand, she threaded it through the wooden ring in the headboard. “The other one” she said, again she took my hand and wrapped the strap around my wrist. She moved away from the bed, walked slowly back to. He squeezed the bare breast and took as much as he could into his mouth. The kiss was full engagement, tongues active seeking each other. Her hand squeezed his cock.Still kissing her deeply, he unzipped his pants for her and I watched as her delicate hand snaked his cock out of his undershorts.I know black men on average don’t have much different cock size than whites, but this man was on the top end of the normal curve. It was very long and her fingers didn’t go all the way around it. She. “I think Alan would prefer my bed. He would sleep in the spare bedroom though.”“He could also use my hotel room,” Bradley suggested. “While I take his place in your bed of course.”“I never thought of that.”“It will give me the opportunity and privacy to fuck you anywhere I want to in the house.”“You have a filthy mind,” Dawn told him as she warmed to the idea.“Does he have a favourite armchair?”“Yes. Why?” Dawn asked.“Has he ever fucked you it?”“Not that I can recall,” she answered. “We’ve.