“We sat down last night and figured that in the first two months, we could acquire at least 45% of this company’s business and lock it up long ter.... Without James and Mick doing the programming, it will take the company more time than that just to find people who understand the programming they’ve been doing.”“Mick, what about the company’s intellectual property? Doesn’t everything you two have created belong to the company?” Gail’s husband, Ben, asked.“Nope,” I said with a big smile, looking. We thought we’d get on with our lives and just sort of forget about this thing, and let it live as a fantasy. Imagine our surprise when the next day, a girl from our own university responded.We invited this girl to meet us at our apartment. Her name was Alicia. She was a beautiful black woman - tall, long dark hair, very large breasts. It was perfect, I thought - she contrasted my girlfriend’s blonde hair and blue eyes. Though I couldn’t seem to decide whose tits were perkier. Diana’s were. Tam counted on her fingers. "Well, not too bad at all, girls! Only one wrong out of five! Guess that means only ten strokes for Sarah! Over your classmate's lap now, Sarah -- time for your punishment!"Sarah rose like an automaton and gently laid herself over her mother's lap, raising her skirt without instruction to reveal simple white cotton bikini panties. Roxanne Bodwell looked down at her daughter's backside as she was handed a paddle.Tam pointed at the pantied ass. "Bare. And I want to see. The noises were getting louder and louder. These were not regular noises, but fuck noises. Bracha was moaning and screaming, and the headboard banged against the wall violently. I could not believe this bitch was fucking another man in my house! I stood there watched in disbelief this big, dark-skinned man was killing Bracha’s pussy in my bed. He was thrusting into her with hard, backbreaking strokes. I could not believe what I witnessed. ‘Yes!’ Bracha screamed in pleasure. ‘Fuck this pussy.