Sandy is a girl I’ve been seeing for about a year. I wrote you about her.”“Oh, her.” I went back to my eggroll.“Don’t get your panties in ... bunch, Gretta. I know you two are going to get along great!”“Okay, if you say so.”“She's dying to meet you.”“Then, why isn’t she meeting me?” I copied his tone.He got a serious look on his face and paused for emphasis. "She’s in New York, attending a conference. She should be back in a few weeks.” He sighed and picked at his noodles.I raised my eyebrows. “A. He will invite her and I over to “his” house for some late night drinks/partying. I will accept his invite, much to her surprise, while she is likely salivating thinking of the monster black cock he must be packing. She and I will take “his” address and plan to meet him there. As we drive there I will tell her that I never felt right after she cheated on me and explain to her that I realize that I will never be for her what her black ex was. We will enter the house and all 25 men will be. I groaned and twitched as he sucked the cum out of me. I pushed his head all the way down my shaft until his nose was buried in my pubes. I held it there for a moment as my orgasm subsided. My eyes were closed and I imagined the chubby girl from the pub was sucking me, not this guy. I opened my eyes and looked down at my new friend. I pulled out and he gagged. I grabbed his chin and lifted his head. I bent down and kissed him. I wanted to taste my cum on his tongue. I lapped some of it up and. I started talking and He simply talked over me with an address and hung up..Shit.After taking a cab clear across town i finally arrived at the address just before 5. The front door had a note taped to it which read "BITCHES USE THE BACK DOOR."i quickly ran around to the back to find another note. "STRIP, AND PREPARE TO MEET YOUR NEW OWNER! YOUR OLD CLOTHES AND BELONGINGS GO IN THE LOCK BOX!"He couldn't be serious! i stood there looking around thinking of what to do as the clock still ticked.