No he couldn't do that."You like pleasure?"The motions of his fingers, repetitive, yet she felt the heat inside of her body as her skin absorbed his t...uch ... her legs wobbled but she stilled them."Who doesn't ... but what does that have to do with anything?"He tickled that sensitive area between her neck and her shoulders. This was going ... not the way she thought an interview should go."It has to do with everything ... now how well do you take direction?" What..." Take off the blouse .... I'm doing nothing special. In fact I'd just settled down for a relaxing evening. Here, let me take your coat for you." Cathy turned, thereby offering him the view of her back. As she unbuttoned the front of her coat, so he reached up and slipped it off her shoulders . He found himself immediately beginning to stir down below for the coat now removed, revealed the outfit that she was wearing. A light blue, close knit, lambswool and lycra dress, the neck of which formed a tantalising vee between. I did not consider myself a racist, but the only black guy I had knowngrowing up was Marcus. I had lived in a very white community and notreally had much experience of talking to and interacting with blackguys, so when I found myself standing in a warehouse that seemed to besolely populated by big, muscular black men, I got a little nervous. Didthat make me racist? I thought. Probably, I admitted shamefully, andendeavoured not to be judgemental or nervous. After all, Marcus was awonderfully. One night about two years ago, I came home from work and found Pam sitting on the couch leafing through the latest issue that I'd brought home. She looked up as I came into the room and held up the magazine:"You still think about wanting to watch me?" Yes, I still do." For God's sake why? It isn't like we don't have a great sex life because we do."I explained to her why I wanted to watch and she said, "Why don't we just get a camcorder and tape ourselves making love?"I explained that the.