Well this past Saturday, when I removed the black monster from her pussy, which was soaking wet of her juices, she asked me to lick her juices off it....I can't begin to tell you the amazement I felt at this moment. I have been a closeted bi man for the last several years, and have a hidden oral fixation for big cocks, especially black cocks. Never have I told another woman this, nor does anyone in my life know of my hidden pleasure. I began to lick her juices off this black dildo, and then, my. He looked at me. "Panty Inspection" "Normally that is something a PA provides for her own boss, Sir," I replied,somewhat stiffly. "Questioning me. Shall I call him?" "No Sir, I'm happy to display, I was just pointing out the business etiquette",I replied swiftly. I didn't want him disturbing my boss over something so trivial. Quickly I lifted my skirt displaying a smooth hairless slit. "No knickers. Lost them or what. How often do you shave?" I remained displaying. Wednesdays is a no-knicker. You left because you… wait. I’m not getting into this.’ I started to walk towards the bedroom. ‘You know where the pillows and blanket are, use them.’ ‘I left because I was stupid,’ she answered. I stopped walking. My back was to her. ‘I left because I thought I could one-up you, find someone who was just like you, but not so… so…’ She trailed off. I turned to her, and stared. ‘So, what?’ I asked. ‘You have a penchant for being sarcastic. You’re so good at it, at times, I couldn’t tell if you. He stands, paces—addressing the room, as if it were filled with spectators, as if it were an amphitheatre, a courtroom. “What are you sorry for?" He asked, in control again. "Be specific.” And he turns to me, is still. Glaring. Smirking.He pulls out his knife. Karajan wants specifics.The thought of his hands and shoulders and his knife brings me closer.... “Karajan, I mean it. I love you! I don’t know what you’re talking about!”Karajan grabs my throat with with left hand and squeezes.