I have to say Richard sure had staying power – he must have fucked me for twenty minutes solid. We were both covered in sweat – the smell was into...icating. To my utter surprise I felt like I was going to cum. Richard could see the glow on my face and a smile break across my lips.“I told you, you’d love it – silly bitch.”“Oh don’t stop – please don’t stop - I’m going to cum.” I tried to tighten my sphincter muscles around his cock – but it was no use - he was pounding me like an animal and I was. " No. Maybe. I don't know." Nothing to be ashamed of, Singer. Some guys are gay. Some black guys,too. And some girls, too." Look, I gave Digger a hand-job once. On the way back from WestVirginia. That was it. It doesn't make me gay." It doesn't make you straight."Singer paused. He felt his secrets were spilling out. "Bone...if I waslike Cherry, would you hate me?" Why would I hate you? Because you didn't offer me a hand-job?" Funny. But I'd need two hands." Hah. Fortunately, you have. She put both hands on the desktop, and leaned forward. “What kind of agreement….sir?” Glenn’s bulging eyes locked onto her ample cleavage, and he started touching himself beneath the table. He caught Amanda’s eyes. “You know what I want,” he whispered. They stared at one another for a long moment, alone in his spacious office. Finally, Glenn could no longer contain himself and maintain the charade. He sprung up from his chair, sending it rolling back on its wheels. Then he hungrily. He had such a beautiful wife and she was the polar opposite of the magazines he liked. I put them back and checked the mirror. I combed my hair and scratched my crotch before I opened the door. I turned the knob and walked out.My Aunt was back in bed and her light still on. I finally got to see what she was wearing. She was wearing a black see through top that was stretched over a black bra and leather corset. She had black hose on her legs and held up by two black lacy garters. My Aunt smiled.