So yeah, I would do absolutely anything Ted asks of me. And I know that he would – and does – do anything and everything that I ask of him, too.I ...ave a few nicknames for Ted, too. In public, I call him “my hot stud” or sometimes “my private stud.” Deliberate pun on the word “private.”What I call him in the bedroom, might be misunderstood as racist in public. I call him, simply, “chocolate.” He is hot, black, and sweet. And I love how he tastes when he is full of cream! When I call him. We both kept our word and just before midnight he was getting his third piece of my busy beaver. Together we counted up how many times on that calendar day I’d been shot full of man juice. Seven, working on eight. I had a question for him though, “I guess I’m already a billionaire today if sperms count for anything. Most guys I screw don’t even want to know if I’m doing anybody else or not, but you seem to relish it. Explain.”He smiled as he continued his slow deep strokes, “I’ve been looking. He pushed me back a little bit, placed both of his hands over my tits, started rubbing them and pinching my hard nipples, then he started sucking on one while his hand fell to my pussy and he was rubbing my pussy, I started moaning loud like a real slut who was enjoying his act, instead of stopping him as any other woman would.He softly pushed my body further till my back was against the wall, my legs were spread, he got on his knees in front of me and started licking my pussy, I held his head. Fun. Might as well enjoy being around her as long as I can, he finished, pragmatically.Later, he had over-dug one end of a shelf and had to fill it back in. Get your mind off her, he told himself. Falling in love with her is just going to get you hurt. Hmmm. Stopping to look at the work he had accomplished, I wonder how many of these things she’ll need to get her stuff sorted out. Oh, well, it’s bound to be more than you have finished. Just keep digging, he told himself.Still later, she.