I just mumbled, “OK.’ John said, “Come into the back room.” He got up from behind the desk and Moe walked to a door and opened it. John put ...is hand on my back and gently pushed me to get me moving. Moe followed us into the room and closed the door. The room had old Venetian blinds that were closed, casting the room in a soft glow. There was a couple of beat up chairs, a half empty bookcase and a big old-fashioned desk pushed up against the far wall. John and Moe at the same time began. And now, here it was, she thought. She was past the point of no return."Yes, suh," replied the negress.She quickly removed her clothing, setting them on a large cardboard box, and stood before the man naked. She thought for a second and assumed the display position she'd been taught. Hands clasped behind her head, eyes downcast, chest out, legs spread."Fuck," he repeated himself. "I can't believe this is happening!"Tentatively at first he reached out to touch her. He ran his hand down her side. In fact, more often than not, her slightly girlish demeanour lead him to think that she was even younger than she was, in a cutesy manner that others might have found annoying. Yet he found it strangely charming, a flashback to his wilder days in junior college.She had a slim build and a narrow face, with plain jane features that wouldn't make her stick out from the crowd. Some would go as far as to call her average, but he thought of her as being attractive in that cute, innocent. He eyed the nightie sets lying on the bed with a possessive gaze,looking like he wanted to grab them right then and bury his face intheir softness, just for starters. Bringing his attention back to her,he insisted that it would be fine and that she should take as long asshe needed. As she left the apartment she unobtrusively pressed ahidden button that would start the bedroom cameras running. She wentout, met Chuck, and they had a pleasant evening together, talking aboutthe trap they had.