I have to be in exactly the right mood for a cowboy bar,” I said.“Smart. I don’t think you want to be face-to-face with a six-foot-six black dud... in a Stetson,” she laughed. “We’ll stop by my place and I’ll change.”We zipped across the bridge and in ten minutes we were in front of a brownstone apartment building in Phenix City, Alabama. “My momma got a divorce from my daddy when I was ten. We just up and moved out of the shithole where he lived and left. I asked her where we were going and she. For discipline purposes, I have a straight-backed wooden chair with the legs shortened.I noticed in one of my monitors my next appointment. Miss Candy Sweet. Who names there daughter Candy? I called one of my office ladies, "Sarah, can you show Miss Sweet in please?." My door opened and in strutted Miss Sweet followed by Sarah. "Sarah, I know it's early but you and Lisa can leave early. Enjoy your weekend. I'll lock up electronically."As Ms. Sweet walks in she tries to look innocent. Not. My ass was still wet and creamy so adding lube wasn’t necessary. After beginning a fast up and down rhythm, I played with his hard nipples and had him moaning. My dick was still semi-hard and flopped up and down as I rode him. We were both covered in sweat and on the verge of running out of breath. “Keep going, baby,” he said while looking into my eyes. “Make me cum. Make that dick cum, nigga.” “You wanna cum in my ass?” “Hell yeah.” “Fill this ass, Justin. Pump all that hot nut into this ass,. Class was finally out, and it was at last time that she could get back home. Thinking of home made her a little reluctant to go back at all. Life hadn’t been very easy the past few months. In the last half a year her parents got divorced, her father moved out, her mother became distant, and poor Sara felt nearly abandoned by her family. After high school, her friends all went away to expensive colleges in northern Maine, or Canada, or Florida, and she was unfortunately left behind to attend.