It was just Jimmy coming into the room. ‘Hey, I am sorry I scared you, Madam. Your car is ready now” I was going to say thanks, but the old black...man surprised me by telling: “I wish I could get you to stay here longer to fulfill my fantasies of fucking you…” I opened my eyes in surprise, but at the same time I started flirting back, ‘Well all I had planned was to go home, but I would gladly stay here to be fucked…” This time Jimmy’s eyes grew wide as I continued: ‘By the way, I have known you. I didn’t have to see him looking at me; I could feel his eyes roaming all over my chest. Then he moved his brush over my shoulder and ran the bristles down to my little exposed nipples and I reacted with a sudden innate of air followed by a moan as it escaped my lips. I shut my eyes and I swear I could see stars. Over and over he ran the bristles upon my breasts; from the slightly protruding little mound to the erect nipples, he stimulated the skin as he brushed his smooth strokes upon. Finally, one slow day at work, as several of the women were sitting around gossiping, HuCho blurted out. "Do American women have boyfriends besides their husbands?"The others almost fell out of their chairs laughing. Finally, Ethel said, "Honey, without my special boyfriend, I would have divorced that bum I'm married to, years ago."Mary, the only black female of the group, said, "You know that young man that parks our cars? Well, he parks his shoes under my bed every chance he gets. Believe me,. The pain of having Harry's hard cock was badenough but the nylon wrapped around the head of his cock was likesandpaper on the walls of my rectum."Oh God!" I groaned in agony and looked at my reflection in the mirror.I was impaled on the head of Harry's cock as I stood with my legsspread, skirt hitched up and Harry's huge gut hanging over me as hethrust harder. I could see his eyes closed in concentration and ecstasyas he stuffed more of his tumescent member inside me. I felt mypantyhose grow.