"Sorry I can't stay long this time," she said, "but I've got tons of coursework to complete." Ok miss," I said still intrigued."You can call me Bridge... everyone does," she smiled."Sure Bridge," I acknowledged.She moved closer and sat on my lap."I'm sorry if I don't know what to do, I haven't done this before," she said shyly.Well I suppose it was my move, I reached up and put my hand behind her head and pulled it down on to mine; our lips me and we kissed. I don't know about not done this. We took a long walk around so she could see some of the ranch. The longer we walked, the better she smelled. I couldn't get enough of her perfume scent, ode to female hormones maybe. She had me at Hello, her voice was soft, alluring and easy to listen too, and she made me horny. I was getting horny and my cock was growing hard, she made me feel young again. I brushed her hair aside and kissed her slowly on the nap of her neck. Her body tingled all over as my lips touched her soft skin. I then. "You gon' fuck yo' nigga now. Oh, fuck me, Massa. Please fuck me."He slowly began to move his white cock in and out of his slave girl's black pussy. She responded by meeting every stroke."You are sloppy wet, girl," he said. "Put those legs down and squeeze them together."The negress did as instructed and he moved his legs so that they straddled hers. Her cunt had a firm grip on him now and he began to fuck her faster.She humped right along with him, as he pounded into her."Oh! Oh!" she cried,. "I was stunned! The obvious inference was that Carol was cheating on me when I was gone. I averaged one three day business trip each month and someone was telling me that Carol wasn't sitting home waiting for me to return, or then again maybe she was at home, but not alone.Carol had been promoted and she was no longer a receptionist; she was now an executive secretary and was assigned to Brian Smithers. I printed off a copy of the email and got up to take it to Brian's office and confront.