"I certainly won't need to do any cooking tonight' said a voice behind him as he hovered over an assortment of fruit. He turned. The woman was average...in height, not over attractive, but certainly not ugly, very plain would be his description of her facial appearance. Her bust was fair but not the melons he loved but she was the only person that had made an attempt to create a conversation, so he immediately responded."Yes you are right", he replied. "I give the caterers full points for their. What time and where do I meet you?" she replied."Meet me at the Plaza Hotel, room 201. I want you to bring a selection of your sexiest bras and panties. Understand? And wear something sexy when you get here." Mike commanded her. The tone of his voice left nothing to the imagination. "9 o'clock sharp!" Yes. I understand." she said. With that, the phone hung up. Alma sat holding the phone, thoughts running a million miles an hour through her head. She hated the position she was in, but deep. On the other side of toilet partition was the door to master bedroom.]She closed the toilet lid, "Now that you're talking to me, let's talk."'Don't tell me you can wait! I know how much you have to go!'"I have to go. But I can wait."'Liar.'"Good," she said, sitting down. "The longer you have to wait, the longer you have to listen."'Who says I'm going to listen? Listening's the first step to empathy.'"Actually, it's one of the last steps. Body language plays a large part. And since you have to. ..." Andre whispered something gently into her ear, to which she responded in the same loud mumble, "it's huge....oh my god....I can't....I can't....no" As she continued her subdued protest, Andre squirted another helping of lubricant onto his glistening chocolate-colored shaft, working it up to his big purple head and down to the base. He then pressed the throbbing head of his erection to her labia and pressed inward. "Uuhhhhh.....NO!......oh my god! No!...." she complained through a.