It felt so damn good. She knew what she was doing.Soon I was rock hard. It was then she stood up and placed her pussy directly over my cock and guided...it in.I fondled her tits as she lowered herself down on me slowly asking, "Does it feel good baby?" I groaned and said, "More than you can imagine."I continued playing with her breasts as she rode my cock. When she started to go faster, our intensity grew and picked up speed accordingly.Gigi was the type of woman who came very easily so I could. His name was Mr. James, he was tall & muscular with the smoothest, deepest voice a man could have. Imagine Rick Fox, only ten times better. One Thursday Mr. James was pasing back papers. He stopped by my desk to tell me he wanted to speak with me about my grade after school. "Cassandra, your grades are beginning to fall. I would like you to come in so we can discuss how to bring them back up." I wasn't sure but I could have sworn his eyes had strayed from mine down to the little bit of cleavage. Her grin got bigger and brighter as I stripped. Her eyes stared at my stiff black rod as it bounced into the room, and she licked her lips.I had the feeling that maybe that was all she was interested in. Just a silly middle class white girl who wanted to experiment, try a little black dick, the thrill of the culturally forbidden.Not that I wasn’t willing to be used for sex by a hot girl like Ruth. I’m no Christian. I was hoping for more but I was willing to do whatever she wanted.“Lie on the. . gravy boat? No, an oil lamp, like something you'd see on an antiques show. Maybe it was some kind of a fancy bong, Johnny could never fully comprehend the more complicated paraphernalia in the store."No returns. This is for you. For you!" He emphasized the final word with a dramatic flourish, pointing his bony finger at Johnny & trembling furiously.Johnny was more than a little freaked out, & fairly positive that a criminal and/or sorceror had just dropped a major piece of evidence for some.