My heart was racing, thinking this may be my chance. “Sometimes” I said, nervous, but charged with sexual energy. “How do you do it?” he asked... “I don’t know” I responded. I think he could sense my excitement and became more bold. “I could show you how to do it right, if you want.” My head was swimming, without even thinking, unable to hide my desire, I quickly said, “Ok.” That first time was just a nervous, lusty blur. I felt light headed as if intoxicated when his hands began to explore my. ..get caught in the rain did ya?” She laughed. “So...What can I get ya?” “Uh, Um...just a coke please.” Sarah replied. The bartender filled up a tall glass and placed it in front of her and went back about her business. Sarah scanned the room and her eyes fell back onto the green eyed man who is now staring into his beer intently. She studied him for a moment but found her view became blocked. She looked up to find a tall lanky blonde man leering at her, one of the unsavoury ones. “Well. I’ll call you back as soon as I find out.’ ‘Thank you, Lisa.’ I said and hung up. I sat down on the couch and tried to think. If this Becky didn’t want to or couldn’t watch the girls I would simply have to take the time off, even if it meant losing a good chunk of my paycheck in the process. A week’s pay was a lot to lose but I had no choice. I could only hope that Amy came back at the end of that week or we would be royally screwed! About 20 minutes later the phone rang. ‘Hello, Mr. Davis?’. Almost more important than the frequency and nastiness (we'll get to that later) of sex is to make sure your black lover understands that you want sex it because HE is a macho sexy African god stud. You are not doing him a favor. These are not the little mercy fucks like you used to allow your husband. You are fucking him because you can't help yourself. You are insane with lust. He turns you on. He makes you want sex. He makes you NEED sex! You are a sex slave to his black cock! Now let's talk.