Your message to me surprised me, but I am glad I've come over to meet your black cock, it's wonderful. I want to prove to you that I am for real." Goo... boy. Keep sucking my black balls. That's one thing my wife doesn't do and it's turning me on."I asked him if there was anything else his wife wouldn't do."She doesn't lick my ass, but I don't expect you to. I just want a good blow job, and you're doing just fine boy."My lips slowly moved south of his cock, to his ass which was at the edge of. " Sure," said Pete. "One thing prison teaches you is how to keep your mouth shut when necessary. But what kind of things would you want me to do?"John smiled at his reply and said, "Your first task would be easy. I would want a full report on your dealings with Mrs. Lambert all those years ago. If there was any way you could confirm that, it would add value to that report. Then I would like you to follow up on that by trying to persuade the two others to do the same by any means short of. You’re obviously not in the mood for company. I will take my leave.”Amanda quickly looked around. The seat opposite her at the table was one of just a few not occupied. What would sitting here alone accomplish anyway? As far as she was concerned, everything was better than brooding over Greg. He didn’t deserve that kind of attention. Not after what he’d done to her.“No, it’s okay. Sit. Please?”The stranger, already two steps away, stopped dead in his tracks and shot her a look over his. Git your skinny ass over that desk, boy.” She ordered him. Ian’s eyes went wide at the thought, but he does as told. The fat woman laughed as her meaty hands beat a staccato rhythm on his round ass. When she was finished, his rear was red and sore. “He also said you got a teeny pecker. I wanna see it.” She grabbed at his borrowed shorts as he stood. She tugged the silk boxers down and laughed “Boy ain’t nuthin’ there.” It was basically true. Soft he was less than in inch. Just a little bump..