My name is Rose Blanc. I'm a five-foot-seven, with nice tits, a nice ass and a sexy smile. I’m A Black woman living in the city of Brockton, Massach...setts. Like many people all over the world, I'm leading a double life. By day, I'm a professor of literature at Bridgewater State College. At night, I'm doing the sort of things which would stun my colleagues if they knew. Yes, I'm a Black female professional with some extremely sordid sex secrets. There, I said it. Does that make you happy?Folks,. The head of the cock was slamming against Boi's joy gland and he was having a difficult time concentrating on his Mistress's pleasure and not his own. He stroked his fingers in and out faster now as the man picked up the pace. She was groaning and writhing under him, so he dropped his head to suck her stiff little clitty, wanting to pleasure her in every way he could! She growled out, “You have a huge cock in your asshole Boi, but “I” fucked you first! You are mine to take any fucking time I. “Please Sir?” she implored, almost begging. “Not yet, my horny one, we’ve only just begun the evening,” I replied nonchalantly. “But Master, I don’t know if I can hold back much longer…” her voice trailed off. “Oh, yes you can, my pet,” I replied encouragingly, as I turned the dial up even farther. “Now, shall we visit the salad bar?” I suggested, helping her to her feet. I turned the dial down, so the buzzing couldn’t be detected by the other restaurant patrons, and she settled down. As he considered his options, heremembered an old friend of his that he hadn't spoken to in a -long- time.Name was William and, as far as Brian remembered, the reasons they'd grownapart were simple enough - they were in long term relationships and therejust wasn't enough time to spend on friends and boozy nights any more.Really, the only times William and Brian EVER called each other was ifthey needed wingmen to go to bars and suchlike. Otherwise they couldn'thave been more different - William.