I’ve been told that she likes younger black men. Her wonderfully sculpted ass gives a jiggle with each step. Each time she walks by me her ass would...make the hair on their arms stand as if they want a view of the event. Couple that ass with two health tits erotically swaying uncoupled by a bra is something to behold. A mental picture of this event would drive any man crazy and she knows it. Her voice was soft and very pleasing to hear just right for radio.The rumor was gives a wonderful blow. “She knew I fucked him, she knew I fucking made him cum while you sat here panting for me to come home,” she grabbed my hair tightly pulling it back and I looked up at her. “I…” I was stammering for words as a dozen thoughts zipped across my brain. “You want to be jealous, don’t you?” “Y-y-es,” I winced as she pulled on my hair again. “Good, because on the way to his car he kept put his hand on my thigh and trying to finger me as I drove. Can you imagine what you would have said to someone if. I was so in love with the beautiful day that I didn’t realize I was being followed. I got up to my door and let myself in when suddenly someone from behind me pushed me into my house as I fell on the floor and when I turned around a man had entered and closed the door behind me. “What do you want?” I said but I could tell by the smile on his face what he wanted.“You know what I want…now give it to me real good or else”. I tried to back away on the floor but he was so fast…he picked me up and. He grunted as it convulsed on his penis.“No. I’m serious,” he murmured, licking my stiff nipple. “Think about it.”“You want me to whore?”“Why not? It’s not like anyone’s forcing you into prostitution, you know. You’d whore because you want to. And the money’s good.Very good.”“Oh yes? And how would you know?”He grinned. “I’ve been meaning to tell you. I’ve been working at this place, this hotel downtown.”“I thought you were working as a peon. A peon-cum-chauffeur.”“That was before.”“You never.