The limo was on time, and we were home in a little less than an hour. We spent some time unpacking and sorting laundry. There wasn’t much in the fri...ge, so we ordered out. We chatted about our time on the island as we ate Chinese takeout.We caught the 10 o’clock news, and I decided it was time for bed. I kissed Mom on the cheek. Her eyes were already half-closed, “Come on, Mom, time for bed.” Mom nodded and took my arm as we went up the stairs to her bedroom. I opened her bedroom door for her. ”I sat down next to him “Yes, I liked it. I like it rough. You don’t have to apologize.” I felt bad for him. I was probably the first women he actually satisfied sexually. “I want to see you again. I mean I’ll pay of course. Hell I’ll pay double” Part of me felt good, that I was able to satisfy him. “Of course I said, just talk to Rick and he’ll take care of it.” I then kissed him on the check and got dressed. I left then he left and I slowly got back to my car (my ass and pussy were. " And mine, she thought."I'm not." Okay, then. It's a date."Tiffany hoped the jerk was telling the truth. In her experience, menoften lied about the size of their dicks, and she liked her cocks big--and Black.Supposedly, Clinton, her latest client, was both. She'd see soon enough,she thought.Tiffany wasn't a call girl. At least, she didn't think of herself thatway. She was a white woman who served Black men's fantasies. All ofthem, it seemed, wanted nothing as much as to fuck a white. It was such a small and poorly made looking shack that Cole couldn't imagine what Santa was doing in there. Feeling curious, he climbed into the Christmas display and started for the door, hesitating a moment as he stood in front of it. "I think I'm gonna be in trouble," he muttered to himself. And with that, Cole opened the door and froze, his eyes going wide. What he saw inside was NOT the tiny insides of a cardboard house... but something much bigger. He slowly stepped inside, barely aware.