I had to admit though, that Diane was a young pretty black girl in her sexy white mini dress.That was a month ago and then I was called into my boss's...office. He told me that the recession was cutting into his profit so to reduce costs he had to let me or Charles go. The remaining one would have to pick up the slack. This would mean working every Saturday and 3 nights a week without any extra pay. I did not like the idea, but with the recession in full bloom my chances of getting a job. With every car that goes by, I hope it’s his. Then, I look up and I see his car pull up right next to mine. Instantly, I’m more wet than before, and I know he’ll be happy to see that I’m so excited to see him. He comes to my door and I grab my bag and purse. As he opens it, I tighten up my black military wool coat around my waist. In my head, I’m telling myself, 'make sure he does see his surprise underneath.' We get our keycard and head up to our room, 206. He guides me into the elevator. He was wearing nothing but a pair of thin blue shorts, so I knew he was totally serious about this, but since I had gone to his place, I guess I was too. He looked to be about sixty, maybe a bit older. We went inside, and he wasted no time. "So how about you get undressed, and we'll get started." That was all the motivation I needed. I dropped my pants and pulled off my shirt, and he seated himself in a chair. He had told me over the phone that he came quickly, but I didn't care, a cock was a. “I didn’t realise until the moment I saw Rebel just how much my grandmother’s story had affected me… It had become a little wank fantasy for me, I had forgotten want it meant to her… Then I saw him, and I realised that this was very real, and I was going to do – by choice – the things she was made to do to save her life… And I felt like a fraud, and ungrateful, and disrespectful, and yet still horny, all at the same time… Then I felt guilty about being horny… And I just couldn’t help myself.”As.