He reaches his arm around my torso and grabs my nearest breast. Slowly at first then a little faster he starts rolling my big now erect nipple between...his thumb and index finger. “Ahhhh, harder and pull on it” I sighed. He does as I have asked and I feel my clit twitch and quiver. In my not quite awake raspy voice I say “ohhhh don’t stop.” He keeps rolling, pinching and pulling on my hard nipple sending tingling sensations straight to my horny pussy. All my coos and soft moans must spur. I’ve never been attracted to white guys or Hispanic guys. My mother warned me away from Black men. You see, she was married to a Black guy named James in Jamaica before she met my father. According to mom, James was abusive. When they divorced, she left the country for a better life. Mom seems to think all Black men are dumb brutes who abuse women. Never mind that I’ve heard my father call her some despicable names during some of their shouting matches. Sure, he never laid a hand on her but. Stuff like this could destroy their business if it got out. They also told me my salary.I seriously, and I mean seriously considered going to work for them full time and not going to LSU. If this was what a Production Assistant made, what about a full-time employee? I was impressed.The woman, Barbara Stevens, had also secured an apartment I was sharing with three other girls. It was on the north side of town, and had a beautiful view of the freeway system. Other than that, quite honestly in. But how the trash man knew that that one item was in there at the bottom of the bin is beyond me. But he refused to empty our recycling bin TWICE MORE after the first time and after my wife had sorted through it. So my wife was legit furious. She went on crusade. She made phone calls, filed complaints, wrote nasty emails. It was tense around our house for that month and not only because the recyclables were piling up in our garage.On the third Monday of that summer month several years ago, my.