I ricocheted around the store like a ping pong ball the rest of the day. A few days later she returned. Everything was almost the same except she was ...earing a white dress and matching white shoes with a little heel. Again she selected two pairs of shoes and seated herself in the same chair, but this time I got to the fitting stool just as she sat down. She put her foot on the ramp but because of the little heel her knee was higher and the dress slid to mid-thigh right away. She was not wearing. You sound as if there is no problem getting between her legs. I told you she has never been with another man, and I don't believe she would let another man fuck her. Especially, a black man. This is my fantasy, not her's." Paul was swallowing the bait."I'll tell you what. If I can't fuck her within a week, you can have all the movies you want for the next year. Do you have more than one bedroom in your home?" Ron asked."Yes, we have three. In a few years, we planned on needing them. What does. Her face lit up when I said that. I got down on my knees in front of her and undid her robe. Her thirteen inch cock was rock hard. I placed the tip of it in my mouth and swirled my tongue around the head. It had an amazing taste to it. It’s really hard to describe but I loved the way it felt in my mouth. I put a couple more inches in my mouth and started to jack her off with my hands. I bobbed my head up and down on her pole and soon I felt her tense up. I knew how much they came so I thought I. On the way up, her nerves started to waver a bit and she had to calm herself down. You have this Donna, You have this. It became her mental mantra.When the door opened, she stepped out feeling a bit better. She walked down the hallway towards Mr. Grazio's office. Stopping at the door, she took a couple of deep breaths, then went inside."Hello, Mr. Grazio. I'm glad that you could meet with me." Cut the bullshit, Miss Hernandez, what do you want?" Oh, Mr. Hernandez, no need to be like that. I am.