I don't get it Rick.R. I want that cock.M. What?R. Take your pants off. Or do you want me to give these to your boss?M. Get the fuck out of my house. .... You don't understand. This is not a sale. It's black mail. You don't have a choice. Now take your fucking pants off.He reached out and placed his hand on my penis. R. Let me play with that cock and I will give you the pictures.I had no choice. I stood up and took my pants off. I was getting no help from my little buddy. My semi hard smooth cock. "That's Gabriel's car! It was Gabriel!" Gabriel? You mean the guy you used to crush on?" Yes! He's with Amber now. Oh god I hope she wasn't in the car. Should I call her?"David nodded. "Of course. Make sure she's ok."Rebecca grabbed the phone and searched for Amber's number in her cell phone directory. She looked nervous, making David worry.The ringing of her cell phone was what woke Amber up. She got it out of her purse and winced as she tried to find the talk button. "Hello?" Amber! You're. “Hey, Bailey,” I yelled as I got out of my car. God, she was gorgeous. Large C cup breasts that seemed to defy gravity even at thirty-eight years old, a flat stomach and firm bubble butt from years of dancing and volleyball that jiggles as she walks. “Morning Connor!” her sing-song voice carried from around the side of the house. “Be right there!” I called back. Then, the typical suave me hits my head off the underside of the door, turns around and gets bowled over by Nikki, their young black. Mistress?" He seemed to say 'mistress' as if he were not yetsure. Fine by me.I smiled, "Not yet. Just Dyvia for the moment." Not that I dislikedbeing called Mistress, but I wanted there to be a clear transitionalmoment during the evening; for both of us."Alright." he said trying to appear relaxed. Though considering somedeeply routed fantasy of his was about to be granted, it was obviousthat he was not relaxed. hehe. I love those moments."Like I said you seem to be strong willed..." I said as I.