The bed and the surrounding room was completely devoid of her white boy-toy, and, cursing still, she dragged herself quickly from her bed, her long ha...r frizzed from the night's activities and her natural habit of moving in her sleep. She hurriedly pulled on a bathrobe, looping the tie under her breasts to help support them as she eyed herself very briefly in the mirror, frowning at the sorry state of her hair before she stormed from the room, making her way downstairs. He had done a runner,. Under her skirt she wore a lacy white thong(same shown in my photo album.)We reached the beach anyway.It was late after all the clubs and bars had emptied..There were a lot of people around though.We walked hand in hand along the beach and made our way to the top, near where one might exit the beach again.We started kissing passionately and my hands started wandering up her vest and I started massaging her bra-less boobs.Then the other hand was up her skirt running a finger along her crack then. I had accepted her, bound her as if I owned her and had put her in a place of submission. She felt wanted, needed and loved.I woke to the quiet, but insistent knocking on the hotel door. I looked at the clock. 6:00 AM. God! Who could be this inconsiderate?I threw open the door to reveal not only myself, but the freshly scrubbed face of a White House intern. Believe me, they are not all as ugly or fat as Monica Lewinski. This one was a slender girl, probably 18 years of age, of African-American. The game went on without a single problem every routine done with perfect accuracy, she breathed a small sigh of relief, then prepaired to go home by returning to the locker room and changeing to her school uniform. While back in the locker room, she once again felt the eyes of the rest of her squad on her and she could hear the faint whispers. Now she knew something was wrong, picked up her bag and headed for the exit as fast as she could. Jessica never made it to the exit door. As she was.