I was his.I felt his tounge gently find the way past my lips, carefully exploringevery part of my mouth. Mine met his, a dance of the tips, edging cl...ser tomore intense tounge play.Robert sure knew how to kiss. I had never felt something so wonderful andstrangely inspiring as the taste of him.I felt his hand caress the top of my soccer shorts. He muttered so lightlyin my mouth, "I can't resist you in these anymore. You're so fucking hot,you know that."I couldn't have been more surprised. I. She had small but full breasts and short black hair and the prettiest smile and great personality.I had never been with a black woman to this point and I must say, I would fantasize about her sexy sweaty muscular body! I have always thought that petite black women were especially sexy and I fantasized about fucking one at some point.One day at the office a chance finally presented itself to me and I took it! Rhana was an accountant with the company and we had made small talk many times and I. The assistant lifted the top off the stocks and they both took his hands and led him to it, he bent and placed his head and hands into the bottom half getting himself comfortable, they they replaced the top half and snapped the locks shut. He was facing away from the door and was looking at the sales counter. The manager walked around in front of Dave and showed him a spreader bar and ankle cuffs and motioned to him that she would put those on too, Dave nodded his acceptance, he couldn’t really. I awaken and while my eyes adjust I expect to see my sister’s beautiful face either softly sleeping or awake staring back at me. I stretch my arms out to feel nothing and realise that she’s not here, but I take a quick look out the window and her car is parked on the drive. I shout “Stacey?” and hear no reply, “Stacey, are you here?” I shout out, again no reply. After a quick look around the house I notice my iPod missing of the docking station I know I left it on and figure she went for a run..