The guys were all considerably younger than her, early twenties to possibly thirties. There were four of them, three light-skinned and one as dark as ...idnight. They were all concentrating their attention towards the slender black slut seated in their midst. Michelle thought she probably was a prostitute.The bartender returned with Michelle's scotch on the rocks and asked if she would like company? He told her the lads at the bar would like to join her.Her outfit had worked, Michelle smiled in. I wondered if the myth that black men were all well endowed would become a fact for me.We decided to get together at my place. When he showed up I was very pleased with what I saw. He was 6' 3", well built and stocky...nice to say the least. We made small talk for a while then the sexual tension got to be too much for both of us we got undressed and started to explore each other. I felt myself drawn to him...but in a submissive way. I wanted to please him any way he wanted. I wanted him to. I have not only given you all the footage from the first night you were here. I have taken the liberty of organizing the folders for you by date and room. The hard drive also contains the interesting show from last night. I hope you enjoy. We’ll talk later about our arrangement. In the mean time I hope what you are looking for you will find it. M. Steph just looked at the letter for a moment and finally remember the deal she struck with someone that she thought of someone that could rival. He noted as he boarded that there was only one other passenger. A pretty girl with blonde hair in a pony tail, dressed in a blue sweater that showed off her ample bosom. She was reading a book sitting in the last row of seats. Rusty guessed her to be bit older than he was and from the local college. In 1962 if you were in the Navy you wore your uniform all the time, and the local college girls were not interested in sailors. He took a seat in the middle of the bus. After a few minutes, he dozed.