Benson the owner was a very charismatic Jamaican man with a real physical presence, six feet eight tall, built like a rugby player, with his head shav...d. His dark brown skin shined like he polished it. He wore expensive suits and always had lovely aftershave.We got on very well and to be honest I had perhaps flirted a little – at least initially when I was trying to get the contract. Anyway he asked if I would join him for a meal that night. We had had business lunches before and I was only. It was nothing outrageous, as he was in a simple long sleeve whiteBonjour shirt blouse that was buttoned all the way up to a round collar.Beneath it a thin black ribbon was looped and hung ever so daintily likea girly necktie and perfectly matched the short, black flaring mini-skirt that hemmed just above mid-thigh. On his legs for the first timehe was experiencing the softness of silky black thigh highs that coveredmost of his bare limbs, and beneath them on his feet were 2 and ? pointytoed,. She knows that Gabby and I wouldn’t settle for anything less than amazing.” I was stunned, and had no clue what to say. As uncomfortable as I was in the situation, Allison seemed even more embarrassed. Her pale skin took on a rosy shade of pink, indicating how uncomfortable she was with the situation. “Abby! Stop it!” Allison giggled at Abby’s brazenness. Jenn only smiled at her friend’s discomfort. She then spoke. “You know, I kind of want a sample as well. With these two hotties working you. “Maybe you should share it with Mark?” She suggested, hinting the camera. I picked up on her osmosis, quickly grabbing the Canon. I snapped a couple shots of her open shared pussy, which I posted on our profile, and sent to Mark via e-mail with a simple note from her, “I’m waiting for you.” My cock was hard for a change, usually having to stroke myself to arousal. I climbed between her invitation and slide inside her missionary style. It was a major improvement from the last time I wrote about,.