He held a silver letter opener in a tissue he'd yanked from the box he kept on his desktop.Recognizing the instrument, I took a step toward him, deman...ing, "Where'd you get that?"He grinned as he held it aloft. "It's yours, all right. You left it here during your last meal with us. Your waiter brought it to me, and I told him I'd see to it that it was returned to you. Instead, I kept it." Why?" It reminded me of you. Besides, I thought it might come in handy somehow, someday, and, today, it. She put her hands tentatively on my head and asked, “May I?”“As long and as hard as you want. Let me know what you like.”She tangled her fingers in my hair as I dove deep, tasting her as her body gave itself over to our rhythm, and far too soon she boiled over and screamed as my lips enveloped her clitoris and my fingers fucked her mercilessly at what must have been the perfect rhythm because she had stopped shouting, “Faster, harder!” Her fingernails dug into my scalp as her thighs crushed my. I looked around and saw no one and quickly got out and we went inside. Once inside, there was a mattress on the floor and that was about it. I was about to ask him a question when he began kissing me. Honestly, his breath was a lil strong but his tongue in my mouth helped me relax and feel the passion. I enjoyed kissing him, my first black man, his hands on my butt, squeezing it. He pushed my pants and panties down so he could grip my ass with his hands. It felt so good, his skinny long fingers. Once he got half his cock in my hungry ass he began to fuck me and I remembered the black guys from long ago that made me their ass slut and I wanted it again. He ordered me to play with my clit and get my pussy hot and wet. It was deeper than Bobby and he fuck me harder and the fucking went on for 10 minutes and I was almost in tears when he pulled his cock out of my ass and told me ass to mouth and clean up his cock. While I was doing the cleanup he struck his fingers in my pussy and it was.