Blake, pull up the stool and sit down.”Tiffany hops back up on the edge of the table. She pulls her skirt up to her waist, spreading her legs as the... dangle over the edge.I do as I am told and move between her legs. Tiffany cradles my head in her hands and gives me a passionate kiss.Tiffany breaks off the kiss and says, “I gave you my mouth and today I give you my pussy to lick and suck. Tomorrow you WILL fuck my pussy. Now make me cum with your mouth and tongue, my good boy.”“Tiffany, I can’t. I had explained to Amanda that I didn't actually know many black guys, and the ones that I did know, I certainly didn't know well enough to ask that sort of question! But Amanda had already thought of that. In fact I think she had been planning this for quite some time. There was a man, apparently. A black guy at her office that she had been flirting with since he started some six weeks perviously. The man's name was Marc and Amanda had set everything up - he was coming over to our house on. After Eric and I went our separate ways, him moving away. I really had a lot more actual full sex partners ... most of them whilst on holidays, as I have said in my experiences about Turkey etc.A few months after Eric moved away and after a holiday in Ibiza ( Which during the fortnight I fucked another 15 different guys) ... I bumped into Alan, one of Erics old friends. He owned a book shop and I went one day to his store on the premise of getting a text book for my college course.It was rare. She should feel familiar with this room, yet it seemed like so long ago since she had been in here. She fished her phone out of her pocket and dialled Jean-Marie’s number. He picked up after just one ring. ‘Isabelle?’ he asked, his voice betraying his anticipation. ‘Jean..’ she said softly and sat on her bed, butterflies filling her stomach. ‘How was your day?’ he asked, his voice warm and sweet. ‘Did you manage to get things done?’ She laid down on her back, staring up at the white ceiling..