I kept looking around the room until I stopped at the far end of the bar and saw a black man staring at me. He raised his glass up in a salute and the... got off his stool and started to come over towards me. Matt was now coming back and the two came to the table at the same time. Looking at Matt, "Nice man" he said to him. Matt smiled, "My fuckin' whore Carmen" he answered back as both men sat down. Looking intently at me, "Your whore like black cock?" he asked Matt. Matt laughed a bit, "This. ” I elected not to take what might be bait regarding Nicole. Mr. Wallace stepped to a coffee service and poured two cups. “How do you take it?”“Black is fine.”“Do you want one of these pastries? They’re fresh this morning.”“No I’d better not. But thanks.”“So I have to make a confession to you.” He turned and offered me the coffee and motioned to the wing back chairs beside a small coffee table. As we sat down he said, “I found out last week that our problem is a little bigger than we. Rogers walked up to me and asked what I was doing standing. I told her I did my punishment and stood up. She said she didn't HEAR me count even one push-up, so I had better do them again. Back to my knees again, and more push-ups. I yelled for every one I finished. "ONE" I'll get even with her; "TWO" hell, its only 8 weeks; "THREE" this woman is a hard ass; "FOUR" actually fourteen; "FIVE" this is chicken shit; "SIX" only four more; "SEVEN" seven come eleven; "EIGHT" what the hell am I. ” He stuttered, breathless. He grasped my breasts, which made me gasp then moan. “You’re so fucking hot. I am so lucky to have you.” I grinned. He took one of my already taunt nipples into his hot mouth and sucked and nibbled on it. The unexpected pain quickly turned to pleasure, making me even wetter. “Ooh babe. Mmm.” I moaned in delight as his turned his attention to my other nipple, nibbling and sucking on it as before. I gripped his shoulders as my pleasure augmented with every suck. When.