It's one perk of having a sexy woman to help in and out of her seat or in and out of your car.Well, the black guy at the bar got a good view for sure ...ince she was facing him when she turned to get up, and he probably could see pretty far up her already short hem. As she walked past me, he followed her with his eyes and looked straight at her face, then looked over at me and smiled. I felt a combination of pride and something else... A little nervous excitement.When she returned he watched her. She of the Italian ancestry, beautiful black hair, olive skin, curves that would require warning signs if she was a highway and a dazzling smile that put me in a daze. Sophia didn’t need me to put her on a pedestal. She was a goddess and floated several inches from the ground as a natural fact of life. Despite all this we managed to actually carry on a conversation over dinner at a nice but not too expensive cafe. She was wearing skin tight jeans and a beautiful white silk shirt which was. We sat there for a minute with me looking around wondering what we were doing. Sue pulled a note from her pocketbook and handed it to me. It said:You are to get out of the car, go to the trunk and get your suitcase then go to #327, knock on the door and when the door is answered say “My mistress Sue sends her regards”. From there you will do as you are told. I will be back later to pick you up. I already knew I had to do as I was told so I took the note and got out, went to the trunk where. I figured she wanted to see if she could talk me into cooperating with Carla. It would be a waste of time as far as I was concerned but I went anyway just to find out what she had to say. I had a nasty surprise waiting for me when I walked into her room. My sister’s computer was running and she had a lipsticked image of me on her laptop screen.“I took some video of you with my phone this afternoon,” said Fiona. “Carla already has a copy of everything. The stills go on Carla’s Facebook page.