There lying on the bed with her legs and arms spread wide and tied with some stockings to the bedposts and blindfolded is your girlfriend. She is wear...ng tan stockings and black garter belt with sheer tan crotchless pantyhose over them, a black top with her lovely big breasts exposed. Her pussy is shaved and just waiting to be licked. There is no sign of you and I move to the bed and kneel beside her and reaching for her breasts with one hand I reach between her legs and begin to finger her. Is there anything I can do?" I asked."No, nothing at all. The keeper of the keys at the Jefferson Hosiery Plant Project is an old friend of mine. If I haven't pissed him off too badly, we should be in the running." Cool, so how do I usually spend my time at the office?" I asked. The file had told me to ask Royce whenever I felt lost, but then it also told me to ignore any mention of Royce, since he was not available."You and Royce tended to be gone a lot. I would call you on the phone and you. "Where the fuck is that worthless fucking kid?" came from Hank in the living room and it was punctuated with a loud belch.The air in the room took on an electrically charged quality. Little sparks flew from furniture to walls and floor.Even though he was drunk, Hank took notice, "What-the-fuck?" he exclaimed looking all about the room. He finally saw the two golden female forms solidify right in front of his chair."Holy shit, where'd you come from?" Hank Roger Speight, the Goddess Rhiannon has. The PVC suit was a crimson or dark-blood red with black trim and string lacing up the front to hold her ample black tits in. I would never have imagined how well the dark-red fetish-wear complemented her milk-chocolate skin tone. It was amazing and totally unexpected. The other distinct difference between Tameesha’s outfit and Keenan’s was that she had a large perfectly colored replica of a black man’s cock strapped to her crotch. It looked full and heavy as it swayed with every step she.