Her beautiful face was surrounded by a mass of honey-blonde hair, and breasts, oh God did she have breasts - thirty-eights at least. The rest of her w...s hidden behind the desk, but there was no doubt in my mind that what I couldn't see was just as perfect as what I could. She gave me a dazzling smile as I came off the elevator and said, "Good morning, can I help you?"I smiled back, "I work here" and I extended my hand. "Manny Grotz. I work in marketing."Her handshake was firm and she told me. She was using me daily as a fuck bag doing unspeakable things to me and technically she could have got into a lot of trouble if I had not enjoyed it so much!My day always started down the hay shed where she would give a quick hand job to start my day well! She always let me finger her sopping wet cunt as she tugged on my member! Hayley would help me get off at various times during the day if needed and there was always a night cap before bed. I had a feeling of sexual invincibility that I had. I want to feel your hips thrusting towards me, each rise and fall bringing you closer to the ecstasy within your reach. I want to look up and see your head rolled back against the seat, eyes closed and your mouth open – as if there were no words that could describe the moment. I want to feel your hands twist in my hair, your grip stronger, your need to cum driving you faster and faster. I want to have you look down at me with eyes clouded with passion, unreserved and unashamed for me to. Now tell me more about exotic.” She squeezed my hand and I squeezed back.“Well, exotic can also be a different race. A black guy with a white girl, a Hispanic girl with a white guy. Or even a white guy with an Asian girl. We see somebody like you, and it’s different than what we see in the mirror, other than just the difference in sex. Most of the time growing up we look at our parents, and imagine us with another image of our mom when we grow up and get married. But then as we get a bit older.