I will be keeping one of the keys on my chain around my neck. You will have no chance of getting the key from me so do not ask. I will not remove the ...age from your cock until I am one-hundred-percent satisfied that you will not be filming, making naughty comments, groping or touching or masturbating over the girls in this office.”Joanne Wilson looked sternly at Graeme, who was stood, wiping his eyes and rubbing his bottom, facing the girls. He really was struggling to understand what his boss. A little bit of attention left me when Stacey walked in a couple of minutes later, wearing denim short-shorts. She must’ve laid out a bit, because her legs had a little tan, while mine were still winter white. There wasn’t too much commotion about me spending the night at Mark’s when I got back to the dorm in the afternoon, Monica knew that I had taken a change of clothes with me, so she was expecting it, even though she knew I was on my period. But when I walked back into the dorm room, I got. When she lead me into the room, it made more sense. The space was small and softly lit, very warm and cozy, with music playing and a padded table in the middle. Very small. She had clearly prepped it before we arrived - it smelled all incense new-agey. "You're a masseuse?" I asked. She smiled and nodded. Seriously, you can't make this shit up. She rented this space and worked as a licensed massage ther****t. She was a sexy, thin, extremely pretty gurl who had just ended a relationship. What she. Black women are my standard of beauty. There, I said it. And I mean it with every fibre of my being. This is coming from me, Samuel Xavier. A proud bisexual Black man who’s bedded women and men of all races before coming to this shocking conclusion. I just wanted to let the world know how I feel. Seriously. After years of switching back and forth between male and female lovers, I discovered that the person most capable of loving me is a Black woman. Why Black women? Oh, man. I can’t stop.