’ ‘I know about you and boy named Bobby.’ Barbara turned white as she looked at Peter for the first time. She never paid much attention to him b...fore but now she noticed that he was a powerfully built man probably in his early thirties. Peter was a Russian immigrant that worked at the school for almost three years now. ‘I’m sorry did I hear you say Bobby? What is it that you know,’ Barbara asked with her voice cracking noticeably. ‘I see him fuck you. Then you suck him. I want you fuck me or I. Gradually I worked my mouth down his black shaft until his cock hit the back of my throat. At first, I was only able to get about halfway down. Slowly I overcame my gag reflex and took his man meat deep into my throat.I serviced him for a few minutes before he said, "Let's get in bed." I needed no further encouragement. He hugged me and held me close. I oved the feeling of our cocks pressed against each other's bodies. I ran my hands all over his body, feeling his strong muscles - like me,. I knew, or at least some small part of me knew, that FUCK was affecting my standards of conduct, making me arrogant and predatory. There had been an indication of this the night before, when after seeing Fran and Connie (Gabby, who worked for a public relations firm, was away for a couple of days seeing clients in Germany) I had phoned Yvonne to make sure she had got home safely. During quite a long conversation in which she told me more about her circumstances and her poverty-stricken family. I said this in my Minnie squeaky voice that I had to use for the last 5 years. Actually it has become my voice. I can't recall how to speak any other way. "Sure thing ma'am, I'll be right out, I just have to get the keys".I feel his eyes take me in, from my pointed heels, up my shaved stocking legs, looking at my jumper, up my huge breasts, to the top of my permed head.Sarina had decided I should go apartment hunting and made 15 appointments with the super's at these complexes. Her girlfriend.