Jessica, the slightly older sister had gone to the Culinary Institute of America (CIA) and was a professional dessert baker. Robin, not to be outdone,...went to Le Cordon Bleu in Paris to become an executive chef. They worked together at a local four-star hotel and had dreams of opening their own restaurant together someday ... assuming they could ever stop fighting long enough to cooperate together on anything.They were also voracious 'man-eaters' and competed desperately with each other by. He started to kiss and lick my hard nipples. This had never affected me before. Every move he made drove me crazy and made my pussy throb or tingle. He worked his way down slowly to my dripping wet pussy and put his tongue right on my wet swollen clit. Immediately I started shaking out of control. The more I shook the more pressure he put on my clit with his tongue. I felt like I was going to cum all over his beautiful chocolate face.I could not stop shaking and moaning. I wanted to scream. "I might be able to get past your financial situation but there is still the second issue." He said as he looked her in the eye"What's the other issue?" She asked"So far we have been an exclusively black firm. I have a serious doubt about hiring a white woman to represent this business. For all I know you are a racist." He said"I'm not a racist! Mr. Washington I would do anything you ask me to do and I would have no problem with working with or serving black customers!" Hannah said and hoped. He came in behind me and closed the front door. The sound of the door closing was kind of scary. Maybe it still wasn’t too late to change my mind. But it felt like it. I felt trapped already and we hadn’t even started yet.I found myself standing in his small, sparsely furnished living room. I detected an unpleasant smell that I recognized as the smell an old, rundown house gets when it has been standing empty for a long time. My mother and I have lived in enough of them over the years before we.