Harding askedher secretary after a few moments silence."I thought... I mean..." Yvonne was clearly stumbling. "I didn't know itwas an order. I thought...it was permission if I wanted to." Then tell me why you didn't want to do it." Mrs. Harding's voice wasvelvet smooth but there was a darker, sharper edge. A menace that seemedto chill the air.Yvette gulped. He understood the power of this woman now: what she said,how seductively she said it, the way she put just the right emphasis oncertain. Oh fuck, I thought. I never done black. I guess there was no actual reason why---it just had never happened. Standing in the doorway I just simply said 'what's up' . Dude responded with 'bout 9” dawg---lookin to putit up some white boi ass”. I grabbed my free ballin dick to straighten it up a bit and said back to the black dude--”ya that's cool n shit bro---but Im str8—just in here sellin it”. So, not to give up so quickly the dude comes back with “ya I seen ya out dawg—I know who you are” I. You will probably see everything I have if I live here. I don’t know why I think that, but I feel it is true,” Rosie told me. “Can you help me get the bubbles off me so I can get out of the tub to dry off?”When I dressed you earlier, I knew you had more pussy hair and a half-cup size larger tits.She made a big deal of putting one foot up on the tub edge and then having me help her out, making sure I got a full look at the fuzzy fringed treasures in the middle.Even this far into puberty, her. “Looks like I’m going to have to bring myself off,” she said, sliding a gloved hand over the red latex, her pubes, and swiftly finding her pussy.She dug two fingers into herself, watching the screen, which showed her puffed up lips in incredible hi-def. Every drop of juice that had escaped her pussy was clearly visible as she stuffed her gloved fingers inside herself. There was no point in not moaning now. Working her fingers inside herself, it sounded like she was helping herself from a honey.