She knew he was probably still working and wondered if they would even make it to dinner at all. This thought had no sooner entered her mind and there...was a knock on the door. Good, thought Sandy he actually made it close to on time for once. She hurriedly answered the door but it wasn’t Mike. It wasn’t Mike at all! The man standing at the door was Richard the gardener. Richard was a huge and impressive man. Black as coal and standing 6 ft 4 with no shirt on at the current time. He had been. Her gorgeous perfume which was Gucci Guilty (I asked her) had me in her spell, her hair curled and flowed round her cute, big smiling face, with its just nicely prominent nose. Her teeth were an incredible array of whiteness.The gentle contrast between the overall tone of her skin and the slightly lighter shades of the palms of her delicate, well manicured hands with pale paint on her nails was an extra draw as I lust after coloured girls of every hue. As we aimed to meet the others and were. Anything you need, just ask."Sue turned and went to the tables. Considering what a threat Hammer was to Ben, she wondered why she found it so thrilling to talk to him. There was an underlying threat to the man that both repelled and attracted her.Under orders from Hammer, the croupier at the roulette wheel let Sue win for a while. A shill was sent to encourage her to bet wildly.Very suddenly Sue hit a losing streak. Her money vanished. "Just a bad run," the shill, a middle-aged woman said.. The class went along like nothing had happened, the coach had put on her gym clothes again by the time I came out and she seemed to ignore me most of the lesson. By the end of the lesson, I was feeling a bit dejected but was overjoyed when she called my name again when we were going to leave the class.Once again, her hand slid between my legs, this time only to slide along my slit.“You filthy little slut. You didn’t even bother to wear panties; do you know how unhygienic that is? Tonight, I.