I moved my hands under her mini skirt and touched her panties which were apparently wet! I pulled her panties aside and started to feel her pussy, she...let out a little squeal “umpphhh” then “aaahhhh” the seeker I think heard that but ran down as they heard a noise from downstairs. I was now certain that they won’t return, and then I started to finger her swollen wet pussy, first with 1 then 2 and finally 3 fingers. Her moans began to get louder. I pulled her up moved in the open space; I closed. An I wouldn't believe she was you wife for a second," he said. "You just don't want me doing what I want to with her, think you just feel bad for her. Or do you just hate the idea of a white woman being with a nigga? If you say one more word trying to stop me from making my move or if you try to pull her away from me I'll make you feel sorry. I'm not going to have wasted these last couple of weeks."You would think I'd shut my mouth, not me. I continued trying to explain the situation. This only. It's part of what I find so sexy about you.You look up at me, smiling, and I smile back, happy that I was able to perform this most basic of masculine tasks. I pull you back up and hesitate only briefly before I kiss you. I don't taste that great, but it's ok and I want to give my thanks for easing me through this much delayed rite of manhood."Let's go upstairs," I say as I pull you to your feet. You bring your shirt and bra with you and I enjoy watching you walk topless to the bedroom. I have. “I’m married,” she said, staring at my erect cock pointing in her face.“So am I Cinderella. You want this job? Get on your knees and show me how hard you’re gonna work for tips.”Realizing the path to putting food on the table for her family lay between my legs, she took my engorged cock into her mouth, starting bobbing up and down like a pro.The site of her tanned knees, and huge tits jiggling about her shirt as she sucked, convinced me I was making the right employee choice.“That’s it.