She looked slightly embarrassed but shrugged off the awkward moment. “Seems like a nice neighborhood,” she finally said, catching me almost by sur...rise, since I’d forgotten the question. I decided to ignore what I had seen, to save us both the embarrassment, and continued sawing until I was through the board.Alyssa climbed off the sawhorse. “Do you have more to cut?”“Yeah, a bunch.”“I’ll keep helping then, okay?”“Okay,” I said. I pulled the board off and replaced it. Alyssa climbed back on,. He wasn't sure about doing it so I showed him a picture of my wife, she is 5'8" size 10, 34C chest, with long blond hair and green eyes, he said as he was going back to the States in 2 weeks, so because there would be no embarrassing moments after, he would do it, then said if she was as lovely as her picture, it would be a pleasure. I told my wife I had invited a friend over for drinks on the Friday evening and asked her to dress nice and sexy as I wanted to make an impression, she wore a low. I had never been with a black woman but always wanted to very much. I grew up in the 50's and 60's so never got the chance to be around any black people. I'll call her Denise for namesake. Denise was always dressed to the max, wore spike heels, long skirts, kept her hair long and impeccable. She was flawless. Beautiful and graceful young lady. Since she was married to a minister, I never allowed myself to get cute with her, never said or did anything out of line. She began to work late with me. It was working. It also was working on me a lot more than I had expected.It was in that instant, I first relished the power of my domination over a woman. I could feel the rush, the thrill of having her under my control and against her will.I continued to talk to her as I slowly unbuttoned her blouse, my voice icy and cruel, telling her of the tragedy she would endure, telling her what I planned to do, making the fear of the rape as great as possible. I was building the structure of mind.
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