The attendant at the front was filling out some paper work, took a look, went back to his paper work, then looked up again when he realised what a bom...shell I looked like. The trench coat was tight fitting, so it amply showed the curves on my 5'7" frame and 36D tits. I topped it off with some sexy heels that clanked loudly on the tile floor, as I walked briskly by, jet black hair bouncing on my shoulders.I entered the elevator, and pushed 2. When I got to his door, I hesitated, thought of his. I knew that Doris was an equal opportunity sucker and muncher and she had probably been on her knees under the boss’s desk more often than mine when I was talking dirty to a customer explaining the ins and outs of our special products.I was getting a little hot and bothered just thinking about getting a nice shot at Doris’s backside later that night when the lights went off in the room next door. The two women were together in the double queen-sized bedroom and I was in the smaller single bed. The incident happened when I came from Australia after my studies. Having a well-settled job and permanent residency in a well-developed country made me most eligible bachelor in my society. Every now and then plenty of matrimonies came from good families for getting their daughter married to me. But my cock had tasted the beautiful Australian pussies and deposited its juices in the cunts. I had raised my bars to that extent, where I needed a girl who had the same or equivalent features like. " I sighed, " ... Yeah, he shoulda whipped me for that." Anyway, slavery wasn't meant for the bedroom anyways," Drew said. "Not even for households, really. A slave's gotta pay for himself somehow and, well, like you..." Me?" Yeah, you're a bedroom negra. How much money do you make for your master?" He looked at me and we knew the answer. "None at all. If every white man in the South had a bedroom negra, shit, the whole country would collapse." It would not!" I laughed at him."Hell yeah it.