- Thank you! I replyed embarrassedly as my eyes had just been left her voluptuous breasts. - Did you drink some? She...asked as her eyes were being looked up in to my blushing face. - Please! Let me drink a cup of tea with ice, I stammered. - She bit her attractive lips charmingly and suggested “uhm! You drink a bottle of tea instead of ice-tea?” - Ok, I replyed. She moved toward the fridge. Came the day and off she went to her interview,in her short black mini skirt, seamed black stockings and a white school shirt, with black heels and a tiny red jacket, pulled open at the front to show her pert cleavage in her black bra.It turned out that in her intelligence test she scored 19%! At that point she should have been failed to go no further. Her examiner though was an oldish bald, white guy who said she was great and to go further. She said she made sure he got a good eyeful of. Firstly, I shut the door of my bedroom. I then close the blinds—privacy is everything to me and I will never change that. I begin to tug at my t-shirt trying to get it off as quick as possible. I finally manage to get it off, revealing my cute, little black and pink polkadot bra. I start squeezing my breasts together, making my pussy crave even more being penetrated by a rock hard cock. As I carry on squeezing my breasts with one hand, the other reaches up my back to unclip the bra. I pull the. And in that moment I felt connected to him and felt love for him. He could have handled that moment like any other bull. Brutal and dominating. But he didn’t. He spent several minutes rubbing my back and ass cheeks while sliding his slick hard cock up and down and around and around, gently allowing my sphincter to get used to what was happening. Of all that happened that evening that is what turns me on the most to this day.When Robert finally entered me he grabbed my hips firmly and simply.