What an evening.After the second cup, I am resigned to the fact Annisa is not returning. Hell, even if she did, I am sure she wouldn't spread her legs...and tell me to look. But I have to admit it is a wonderful thought.Just as the TV news is coming to an end; there is a soft knock on the door. Tying my wrap I am greeted by Annisa, she is still in her nighty; however, she has a matching robe covering most of her. She is sporting a very exciting shade of red lip-gloss and has lined her eyes with. When she was the one that was finally in control, she found herself really enjoying that power over boys for the very first time. With Mike, she was always in control. If she wanted him to concentrate on her left breast she could just toy with it.If she wanted to use the lure of seeing her naked, to get him to read History to her, she could do that too. He would do whatever she asked of him, and, she loved that power, and the sense of being totally in control.True to what she had told him. I mute the video and look out the door glass to see a pretty petite, dark haired young woman standing on my screened in porch dripping wet from head to toe. I open the door and look at her standing there shivering with chills from the cold rain. I ask if I can help her and she said quivering that she is sorry to bother me but her car broke down and her cell phone has no signal. She then ask if I can help her or if I have a phone she can use to call for help. I invited her in the house and she. My friends call me Jay or JKB. I know you’re thinking, Jason Kevin Bridgewater? Who the fuck goes around introducing themselves with their middle name included? I’ve always done it. Not to be pretentious but it always had a regal tone to it. Sue me, I like it…LOL. I’m 39 years old, 6 feet tall 220lbs, athletic build, and coming from a mixed household. My father is from Cuba and my mother is from Jamaica. Picture Laz Alonso…. yeah, that’s me. While heading to work from Amanda’s apartment.