He got serious and said:“Where are you going, bitch…? Are you in the wrong room or not…?I looked down and could see a very huge bulge in his cro...ch. The guy smiled and asked me if I wanted to see it… I said no way.But then he pushed by my shoulders against the sinks and he hauled out a huge piece of hard black, about nine inches long- I was trembling…The bastard started to stroke his black dick as he looked at me in the eyes.But then I reacted normally in such situation. I just reached over to. “If I were motivated that is”“well I think a hefty commission would do it” She just smiled and led me back out of the building.“if you can get it for 225 great but I will pay the 300 if I must”“K I will get it for you” then in a very sexy voice. “and you can find a way to thank me”If she only knew how close I came to trying to fuck her right there in the elevator.I awoke the next morning with an excited feeling that I would soon own my own home when Jennifer called and said she wanted to. She had a white jersey with seven on it and the name Spiker on it. Her yellow scarf was wrapped around her neck. I figured to cover hickeys because you don't wear one when it is in the 90s. The jeans I couldn't figure out unless she had marks on her legs that would show with shorts on. Damn! I bet that was it.There had to be over thirty there in that one group. I counted fifteen-football jerseys in the one group and I already seen about ten other people wearing them. I watched as Ralph tried to. I finally selected a non-descript black t-shirt with a smart-ass quote on it. “Well fuck me sideways, this isn’t going to work”, my words dripping with annoyance. I pulled at the t-shirt, adjusting it this way and that, pulling it tight and letting it loose again. My perky round tits stood out, pulling at the material of the shirt. My nipples were uncomfortably stiff, they felt chilly and they easily visible through the material of the t-shirt. I had always thought that was sexy as hell, but.