Sell his company? He'd never considered it. He'd thought this meeting was about some joint ventures.He stuttered to the assembled group, "I ... I'm sh...cked to say the least. I had no idea that you would propose this. I'll need some time to think about it. Can I get back to you next week?"Bartlett replied, "Sure Darien. Think it over. Give us your answer on Monday. Okay?"Darien was escorted out and bade goodbye by the whole group. They watched him as headed for his truck. He'd just reached it. His dark stubble rasped against the smoothness of her inner thighs. “Oh god,” she groaned. Her head thrown back. This couldn’t be happening she thought and yet, here she was, naked on her teacher’s desk as the flat of his tongue was dragged along her wet needy slit.His tongue swirled, licked and lapped at her. She gasped as the tip of his tongue pushed her clit hood up, whimpered as she felt it drawn between his lips and squirmed as he suckled it.Her nightly solitary explorations had not. “I like both of your hair.”Nichelle regarded Kit. She glanced at her mother, who glanced at her. “Kit,” Nichelle said sweetly, “a pro-tip: For a lot of black women, hair is a tender topic. Unless you’re another black woman — it’s safer to keep the subject off-limits.”“Understood,” he replied.Felicia smiled at Nichelle. “He don’t make the same mistake twice, do he?” she asked, affecting a mild urban accent.“No, he don’t,” Nichelle replied.“Well, it’s dinner time,” Felicia said. “What would you. This is the first time I've ever attempted to write any kind of story in my life as well as the first time I've ever used Chyoa, so I know I have a huge amount to learn and improve on, but I wanted to get a feel for how it is/will be received. Right now things aren't very organized or even completely thought out, but I will do my best to improve the story and organization if people seem to enjoy it and the idea doesn't suck ass. Please feel free to leave me constructive feedback! Enjoy!Your.