She greeted me with a peck on the cheek and immediately handed me a mug of warm creamy liquid. “Hi, Ben. Come on in and sit down, I want you to drin... this and tell me what you think of it,” she said. We sat in her living room for a few minutes as I consumed the drink. “Hmmm, takes sweet, sort of like pineapple,” I said. She smiled and told me about it. “It’s a special pineapple shake I made; it has concentrated pineapple in it, so it’s stronger.” I gave her a puzzled look. “Stronger? I don’t. Her ass felt so good. From below, any passerby who looked up would have seen Jerri's tits hanging over the balcony. Jerri was drunk with lust. If she had her total wits about her, the suburban mother that she was would have been humiliated by the couple below watching and taking pictures of her being fucked in the ass by a black man. But she wasn't herself at that moment; she audaciously enjoyed being put on display. She frantically rubbed her clit while Max fucked her ass. She looked right. ”“Don’t blame the messenger, please. I know you have issues with Jamie and Bob, at least with how they interpret employment law. The thing is, they’re right. What’s the ONE difference between those two and me?”“Besides the fact that you’re female?”Deborah rolled her eyes, “Yes, besides that.”“Well ... they like girls; you like girls!”“Yes, yes,” she replied somewhat impatiently.“You’re all giving me the same basic advice, though with some nuances. The difference is, you start out by massaging. Boris instead of handing me a letter, said not to cry that I had done my first trick very well and mistress was very pleased, he also explained that Sgt Major was often very cruel and sick to play with but my next trick would be better. We headed back to Mistress Tiffany's where I had a shower, but I felt sick still when I got out of the shower. Mistress Tiffany was waiting for me when I got out of the shower, she said that my first two clients where samples for a party she was holding tomorrow.