I told her that I bet he was rock hard and that he probably had a really big black cock like the toy she had in her nightstand. She looked at me and p...t on that sexy dress, some heals and off to work she went. I couldn't focus at work, all day I wondered what had happened. I texted her and never got any responses. That night I sat on the couch waiting. She came in smiling and told me that she had parked the car and did the exact same thing and this time when she bent down to pick up the files. Alas, he was sober enough for that and he yanked the covers off before lying down himself. Right on top of me! My legs were closed as usual, my feeble attempt at making things difficult for him. With his mouth again slobbering kisses on my face and neck, he tried to force his knee between my own two knees. Surprise! The alcohol had taken enough out of him so that he didn't have the strength to part my legs. Suddenly he raised himself up. Taking a deep breath, he grabbed me by the ankles and. Too late I realized how exposed and vulnerable I was. She put an atomic clock next to me and then took pictures of me, showing the time and date I was there. It did not matter how I struggled, she owned me. I watched as she walked over to a bureau and pulled out a strapon with a blue dick attached. She told me it was a small one. In seconds she had it strapped onto her hips and she smiled at me and told me to go ahead and struggle to get free. She liked that! She pulled out a silicone. " I said. Attempting to keep all of the nervousness and anxiouty out of my voice. "Do I know you?" He asked. Leaning over a little more. Curiosty grabbing him most likely. "Oh no. I just want to ask you something. A deal if you may." "Whatchu' talking 'bout white boy?" He asked. "Well, if you're willing to hear me out," I said. "I'm wondering if you're willing to do something for some cash. Money." "I ain't killin' nobody and I sure ain't shit sucking yo dick!" He responded loudly..