We drove separately the morning of the interview.To my surprise, all the managers and men were black and all the women were white.I was shown in to se... the president, Joe Benson."Impressive looking resume Peter, but why can't we get a referral from your old company when we called them?" Even though I practiced what I was going tosay, I was nervous before this well built, broad shoulder and confident black man.I managed to stammer out the reason.By the time he questioned me further, I was sure. There I lie, spread eagled. Fastened to the bed and at her mercy. How did this happen? She stood at the foot of the bed. She was so ugly there. She had her hands on her little hips. She was wearing a pair of baggy black pants, an old gray sweat shirt, and a long coat that had hidden all her k**nap paraphanalia from me well. I'd like to say she began giggling, but she didn't. She cackled. It was the wildest cackle I'd ever heard. She was loving this. I was beginning to feel the panic stage. She. My assistant in training. She is an executive member of the BSC Board but I am training her up for much bigger things. I believe she will one day make a fine President of BSC herself. Anyway, let me continue and won’t you please take a seat.”Jared sat down in the seat nearest him and quickly surveyed the two naked women before him. Miss Ferguson was a solid lady with quite an ample bosom that flopped about quite a bit as she moved and gesticulated with her hands. Anyone watching would know. She met off and on with one fellow for about five years. He worked out of town and would call her with no notice and she would invite him over. I remember coming home one evening after golf and she was dressed in her slutty best for him to make use of her hot body and fill her with cum. He took her to the club a few times and she would bring her hot pussy home for me to fuck. It is a great feeling to slide my small cock into her juicy stretched pussy.Over the past two years all of our activity.