Her car was outside, so was mine but we’d been drinking so we agreed to call a cab.When it was time to leave we said our goodbyes then climbed into ...he taxi. When the cabbie asked “Where to?” Medusa looked at me, the message was clear. I gave the driver my address then put my arm around her and pulled her in for our first kiss. Snakes and tentacles tangled and knotted as we necked. Her mouth was hot and soft, her tongue launched a sweet invasion. She caressed my thighs with her leg as my hands. "Here we go," he said.His wife took the position on hands and knees. "Grease me up, Jack," she said. "We may as well get going." She still didn't believe that he was going to satisfy her this way. They'd argued about it often before that it seemed like a dream come true to her that he was actually going to fuck her up the asshole. He smiled because he knew what she was thinking.He greased up his cock and then spread a healthy amount of the grease along her asscrease. The spreading buttocks. "You're so wonderful to me." I want us both to be happy not only with our personal arrangement but with our business arrangement as well." he said."Is there any reason why I wouldn't approve?" she asked. "Could you tell me a bit about what it contains?" Well... ," he said, "It contains a quality of performance stipulation which I'm sure you will have no problem complying with. You have more than exceeded my expectations." Thank you," she replied simply."There are certain other things that I. Vanessa even surprised herself with that form of address for him. ‘Get a grip, girl!’ she said out loud to herself. But the unbidden answer came back to her: ‘It’s who he is, nigger!’ It was like a slap in the face, and showed Vanessa that the idea of leaving work behind to have leisure for herself might not just now be the best idea. She attempted to push the idea of dealing with ‘Dave’, making the effort to not call him ‘Master Dave’, out of her mind altogether, but it lingered there. As she.