It was also crotchless, so her pretty little trimmed blonde bush was on display, the labia peeping below the hair. Domination boots, also black, compl...ted her ?Don’t fuck with me? attire.Sipping on a spritzer, Fleur looked out at the naked slave. ?Hmmm,? she said, appreciatively, ?very nice. How long’s he been hangin’ around waiting for us??I checked my Rolex. ?Almost an hour and a half,? I said.?Fuck,? said Fleur, ?he must be dyin’ for it by now.? Then she concentrated on the rubber bag.. And I probably shouldn’t say this, but last night was the hottest sex I ever had, and I’ve been thinking about it all day. And even worse...”I trailed off when I noticed the look of sheer delight on his face.“Are you really that wild?” he asked me.“I’m sorry, yes! I’m such a whore. I blame my mother! She’s a whore, too! I know, you don’t want me now.”“Oh stop being silly,” he said. “I do want you, right now, in fact. But even more I want to hear about all the naughty things you’ve done. I love. Anything else was wrong and immoral and I wanted nothing to do with it. Even liking the man the way I did was too much; it prejudiced my better judgement."Are you getting ready?" Wren's voice interrupted me and I blinked away my guilt and frowned at her.She had a Georgia accent, all of Wren's words coming out soft and breathless sorta, since that's where Miss Corinne had found her. Soon after meeting Mr. Reiser, and so meeting me, the woman had decided she wanted a sissy negra all her own and. She lowered her hands and unbuttoned my jeans and pushed them down my waist. Then she pushed my boxers down to meet the jeans at my knees. Again she told me to sit. She knelt, again, and pulled my jeans and boxers off my feet. She stood back up and took the sheer robe off her shoulders. I sat up and removed my shirt, then layed back on the bed and watched her. She reached behind her back and unhooked her bra. She held the bra to her chest with one hand. Slowly she let the bra fall away from her.