I was tired from the weekend.I went in and took a rinse off shower. I was wearing my knock around the house clothes and went into the kitchen to make ... salad for my dinner. I made enough for three days but left off the cherry tomatoes and the sandwich meat. I'd add them each day before I ate. I cleaned up the kitchen and was relaxing in the great room with a book and some music. I wasn't getting much reading done because I was ready to fall asleep. I was dozing when Rob called."Hi, Rob. I love. She still played, and still won. She retired that day, after telling the world her father had just died in a car accident. That’s what Drake Urban told her. He waited until she was home to tell her the truth.“Shawanda grew ... angry, she decided then and there to take her father’s plans and made them her own. A few weeks after that, Black Puma made her first appearance in Shabby Heights. The rest, as they say, is history.” He stood, walked to a bookcase, and pulled a bottle of scotch from a. The goal: to get all this built-up sexual frustration out of her system.The first bar she’d gone to had been mostly empty, and so Carlotta had sat and chatted to the bartender. He was short, a little bit dumpy - basically the exact opposite of her type.But she’d reminded herself that tonight wasn’t about finding true love, and so she’d turned up the charm - the young chef had giggled at all his jokes, batted her eyelids, and after enough time had passed that she didn’t feel like a slut for. She was drop dead gorgeous, with an awesome rack and a body to die for. She had every swinging dick at SSS drooling whenever she was around. She had knowledge of my reputation as an oral expert and being well hung. After the first time I fucked her, she said she just had to find out if I would live up my reputation. “And did I?" I asked. “If you didn’t you would not still be here,” she said. For six months we could not get enough of each other. We fuck, sucked and thoroughly enjoyed each other.