What the fuck? I thought. "What's the matter?" I ask. She replies, "I forgot something at my house." I scoff and say, "So what? Weren't you just about...have 'supper' as you put it?" I ask. She has a apologetic look on her face and she goes, "Come on, let's go to my house." I put my panties and my top back on. "I'm not gonna lie, Jasmine, that was a real buzz kill!" I exclaim. She kisses me and says, "I'm sorry, Scout. I promise: I'll make it up to you when we get there." I raise my eyebrow and. As I was walking toward my car off to my right there were 3 large built black guys heading into the store. They didn't appear to be together or anything . I watched longingly as they disappeared into the porn store. I started driving home taking a back way so I wouldn't draw any unwanted attention to myself. I had untied and placed my cum filled condom on the seat beside me and as I drove I couldn't help but keep glancing down at my prize. After a few miles I couldn't stand it anymore and. He just pulled your mouth to his and kissed you deeply in a way that said “yes.” After a lingering squeeze of your ass, he walked away. The next morning, you arrived at Starbucks just before 9:00 clad in all black, including a short skirt, and your red lipstick. You ordered a grande latte and found a table in the corner of the Starbucks, a quiet space amidst the bustle of rush hour foot traffic. Worker bees, needing a caffeine fix to jumpstart their days, and college students, needing the same. As he stepped into the small conference room. “I trust you are all here in the matter listed on the docket as a tax sale concerning...” and he read from the official notice, droning on for several moments. He then issued instructions concerning bid procedures, acceptable payment methods, deeds, satisfaction of liens, and a host of other details.When he finished, he looked at the small group assembled in seats before him. Just as he seemed ready to proceed with the auction, Sheriff Johnson stood.