I thought that might be it, but I was wrong. He took a minute and told her to pull up her skirt and bend over the desk. After leaving her there expose... for a minute or two he moved towards her and started fingering her exposed pussy and her arse which I had never even done before. He then began spanking her arse and telling her what a “dirty little white whore for black cock” she was and how “she would always be coming back for more black cock now”.She asked him to stop, but it was obviously. "Oh, nothing," she said. "Thank you for calling Mr. Smith. Goodbye." Goodbye Mrs. Jones," I replied gently and the line went dead.The first crack in the defense. Small, but hopefully significant.While burning a CD with the recording, I typed two simple consent forms and a covering letter. It was friendly and concise, if somewhat devoid of emotion - just telling them what to do with the forms. After some thought I decided to close the letter with something personal and wrote 'Laura is happy and. It ended up a very feminine garment, riding high onJohn's hips, a small swatch of cloth to conceal John's groin. ButMarty knew that, even as he watched, it would suffice, for Martywas seeing John's manhood shrinking beneath the cloth,stretching it less and less until it was finally flat. Marty knewwhat was now between John's legs.With a gasp of shock, Marty knew what was happening to him,too, and he had to see. His hands fell from his now massiveboobs, allowing them to sway and bounce freely.. We were hardly looking at the movie and talking more. Suddenly he said, “Would it be a problem if we smooch?” It was a sudden change of situation, but I tried to respond calmly, “Not really, …. Ummm.. But are u sure?” Obviously I had no problem. He said, “I am. Are you?”“Yes, sort of..” were what I said, and the next moment we were smooching. His tongue entered my mouth, when his lips touched my lips, I felt like it’s something I was waiting for since years and got the feeling of completion.”I.