"My ears perked up when I heard that and he noticed and laughed, "No, I don't think so. You just are not the type." How do you know that? We just met ...nd you don't know anything about me." I know you are married." What has that got to do with it? Just what is the job?" Personal assistant." You are probably right then. I haven't done any typing since high school." Personal assistants don't type; I have secretaries for that stuff." What does a personal assistant do?" Waits on me hand and foot.. They had all heard her come. And they liked it--they really liked it. She felt so proud of herself.She wanted to give the audience more of what they wanted. She rolled over on to her back."Fuck me more, Mistress!" she demanded of Susan. "Fuck me hard!"And then Susan was all over her again, and again she was coming.And the crowd was cheering.She awoke awash in a sea of soft blondness. She tried to sit up, lost her balance and felt her breasts pull her over onto her side. She brushed the hair out. Now I smile and reach for his zipper.Kneeling down right there at my front door, in the middle of my living room I find myself unzipping his mail uniform and reaching in for his cock.As I pull it out of his pants I realize that I may have more than I can handle. He is not hard yet and I am holding a fat, long, black cock.I look up to see him smiling down at me. Go ahead boy, suck it, you know you want to. And suck it I do.First just the head but as his cock swells more and more I begin working. Suddenly I withdrew, spun her around and then sat her on the edge of the dresser. She put her heels on the edge, spreading her knees wide. She pulled me close, and whispered "come here baby" I was lost in her eyes, when I felt her push my cock back into her wet tunnle. She wrapped her legs around me and I began to pound her like a jack hammer. I manhandled her flawless frame, I let her have it and she took it all. Quality testing her dresser, I banged her against the mirror so hard I thought it.