She blinked several times, trying to focus her eyes, then collapsed in a naked, painted, bloodstained heap on the floor.Frank got her up and onto the ...ouch. He carefully placed the disc where it wouldn’t get damaged, then went into the kitchen to get some orange juice for her. An hour later, she was much better, especially after the two burgers he fixed for her, an entire pot of coffee and another quart of orange juice.“You’ll get fat, eating like that,” Frank teased her.“No, I won’t,” sighed. “Hello, can I speak with Mr. Bentley please.”Patience was not one of Zack’s strong suits, neither was politeness. “Bitch, check the number before you dial. This is Zack Savage, not Bentley, or whoever.” he barked into the receiver and hung up.Katie gasped in sudden realization. She recognized his voice and now her mind went to work and put two and two together. She had been scammed. There was no Mr. Bentley, it had been Ashley’s boyfriend Zack all along. The letter of recommendation was fake. My hands were moving all over her body and her back was arched towards me. One of her hands was on my face, the other on my hand. It was an amazing feeling. But then the inevitable happened. We heard a knock on the door and it really turned out to be her sister. She had to leave that day. The next day, while she was sweeping, we exchanged numbers and started talking on the phone.Then one day, I called her upstairs to my room. Mom and dad left for work and my grandparents were on the lower. I decided to adjust my hard cock with my hand made several pelvic thrusts upward and act as if I were sleeping, hoping to encourage his hand to find me again. Minutes passed, which seemed like hours that lead to nothing. Unable to wait any longer for my big black friend to touch me I got bold. With my cock now throbbing for attention I pulled my shorts down and exposed my 6 inch dick, which only had a small amount of pubes on it at the time. Then I could feel his hand rest back on my stomach.