Hetried imaging it was his wife, but it wasn't easy feeling his facial hairscrape his face and his tongue penetrate ever so deeply into his throat.The...make out session stopped a few times for a breath and a drink, andthen Grady grabbed Marc's left wrist, sliding it down onto his now hardmember."Freshen that purple for me will you, Marquita." Grady took a breatherand then grabbed his left wrist as he moved it away from Grady. "Use thatright hand, ok."Marc rolled his eyes and continued to squeeze. ? Lucille was somewhat of anAmazon, standing 6'1" tall and 160pounds.? She had dark ebony skin - little, if anyCaucasian in her blood - and subtlefacial features.? She was also an athlete, captain of heruniversity's women's Judo team,and a Tae Kwon Doinstructor.? She was large and had theability to defend herself, butin prison,apparently chose to submit rather than fight.?I hoped she'd do the same inthis situation. I'd timed herappointment so that she'd arrive about fifteen minutes before. As of tomorrow I am your new boss, which includes approving your paychecks. That also includes ownership of this property so I authorized the landing. I am here to inspect this site.”“I was always told first impressions were important. So far I’m not impressed. Let’s start the inspection with the office and command facility and then the rest,” I said.Marcy was taking pictures of everything in every direction.The office was a disaster, just plain filthy and trashy. No organization, no one in. I made it through about a week, of just lying there, eyes open, for hours. Sleep would not come. She’d roll over, her body against mine. Or she’d fall asleep on my chest, just a thin pair of boxers and tank top separating her skin from mine. It was torture. Every cell in my body needed more.I’d wake up in the mornings and beat off in the shower, first thing. I’d pump once or twice, tops, and that would be it. Done. Finished. A lifetime of relief washing down the drain.I started jerking off.