I walked into the room and hard a difficult time seeing anything. It was nearly pitch black. He lit a single candle and instructed me to walk over to ...im and drop to my knees. I did as I was told. "Good little white boy. So far you haven't disappointed me. Now, unzip and unsnap my pants and pull them down." I did as I was told. I still had very little idea of what this guy looked like. I could tell he was big, and from the bulge in his briefs, he appeared to be nicely hung, at least 6 or more. ‘I’m looking for some advice for a project’. She stated very matter of fact. ‘Ok, why not tell me what it is that you are looking for and I will see if I can help?’ ‘Maybe’ she replied and turned away and started to read some display material. Her voice was extremely cultured, quietly well spoken and very engaging to listen to even if her mannerisms were cold and aloof. There was no doubt that she was used to making people work for their money but there was something about her that fascinated. " She laughed. "Here, how about this one?" I pointed to a picture later in the series, one of my first down-the-blouse shots. You could see some really nice cleavage, and her face had come out real pretty, as well. Our fingers touched as I handed her the viewer. She leaned in to see and the sides of our arms became pressed together, again."I guess," she said."Oh it's really nice," I protested. "First, your face looks so pretty in that shot." She sat back, and I could tell she liked being. I looked at her face, hoping to see that look of desire that I loved so much, but her attention was still on the screen. As I turned my attention back to it, I felt her hand move down to my waist. So she was playing a game! I tried not to let my anticipation show too much on my face. Her hand continued to my outer thigh, rubbing up and down still, as it continued down my leg. ‘Damn her for always dragging things out’, I thought. I feigned attention to the movie, as she got bolder..