“Were you possibly addressing me, or were you trying to give someone else a new name? As a ‘Shaft’ film character’s name that I answer to Thou...h I have nothing against Ron O’Neal, but Richard Roundtree’s movie came out first. Plus, I don’t deal drugs, and I surely don’t do any kind of pimping, whatsoever. Being a legal Private Detective looks better than a drug dealing Pimp. And if you trying to be me you’ll need a better grade of suit, and you also need to take better care of them, after you. Once my dress was loose, Bill used both hands to slide it off my shoulders until it fell to the floor. I was powerless to move under his touch and I felt him expertly remove my bra quickly followed by my panties. I was now naked in his condo except for my stockings and heels. Bill’s hands continued to explore my body. I was tingling as his fingers finally found my most sensitive spot. I was ready for him and he knew it. He pushed my forward until I was pressed up against the window and I heard. Now I liked gardening, and the physical labour would help me with my upper body fitness, but work for a neighbour? Heaven help me, that was one short of slavery.I went over late the first morning, mostly hoping that if I did a poor job maybe I could get myself fired by lunchtime and still be able to get some pool time before dinner. My folks hadn't told me who the neighbour was, just given me the address, so I was more than a little taken aback when Mrs Coleman answered the door. Mr - no, make. He felt it---the man thrusting. Smell of perspiration. Face wet from the man’s abdomen. Feel of that hard cock. Sexually assaulting him. Driving into him. Fucking him. Let it happen.Harder. Faster. Head held tighter. Chaos. Sexual chaos. Fucked in the mouth. Not resisting. Lips snug. Sliding fast. Wet. No friction. Jammed! Jammed to the back of his mouth.Crazy! Crazy! Crazy!It’s … it’s … spurting. Cumming. Gilbert. Ejaculating in his mouth. Pure mouth. Virgin mouth. Defiled.Obey. Do what.