' Looking up at Bruce, I could feel my self worth start to ebbed away as I spoke again ' ... Yes Bruce, I'm your Bitch ... ' Tears of shame, fear and ...emorse stream from my eyes as Bruce stood up lifting me by my arms saying ' ... Damn Bitch I believe you mean it to. Never had a Bitch to cry when they tell me that. Get your ass on your knees. I'm gonna give you some good loving for being so sincere ... ' Bruce pointed to the love seat and I knelt on to it with my knees on the seat and my elbows. With herdedication and work ethic, she had moved from a glorified secretary tonow being a team lead. She had always demanded excellence from her team,but unlike some leads she had seen, she had demanded no less of herself.Her team always delivered results, consistently ahead of deadlines. Thatwas one of the many reasons she had earned and held her current position,her constant drive for excellence. Her small group would work 24/7 forher if she asked, only because they knew she would be there. I’m bringing in your breakfast.’ Lyla stepped aside aside, mumbling a thank you. Before her eyes, the trays were uncovered with enough food for two. Fresh fruit, eggs and bacon, toast and juice and thank heavens, a huge carafe of coffee. She sighed softly. Regaining a little thought, she grabbed a tip from her purse and gave it to the young woman before she left, the regarded the meal, her stomach clenching. Obviously they’d sent breakfast for Michael as well. After a quick trip to the. Her white married body flushed with the heat of passion. The black high school friend of mine was just about ready to have his own powerful orgasm and began to grunt and thrust faster and harder. Oh, yeah, oh yeah, he hissed, cum, yeah cum in your hot white pussy, he groaned. With a hard inward thrust completely embedding his black teenage huge cock inside my Mom's white married pussy her froze tightly against her his huge black ball releasing a torrent of hot black fertile semen up into her.