His thick, hard member drops forward, the fat head leaking a bit of precum. He gasps when her small hand wraps around.His mind whirls around her words... trying to figure out their meaning. He is a business man, an entrepreneur—information is the game and he likes to have it. “Why have you kept it a secret for so long?” he asks, trying not to turn it into a groan as she strokes his heavy piece of meat.“Would you have done business with me?” she asks, looking up at him.Chris looks deep into those. I enjoyed it. It got me out of the house, and I met some very interesting people and made, not a lot but little, extra cash.Recently I ran into a very unexpected benefit of being an Uber driver (maybe beingclose to sixty helped). My passenger was Khrystiana. I picked her up and found that she was a young, attractive, personable lady from Stockholm. We had a great conversation and, in passing, she mentioned that she was heading to her bank to clear up an overdrawn account. I teasingly said. One dollar. They obviously had know idea what this was supposed todo, or it would have been marked much higher, he realized. He quicklypaid the lady behind the table and walked off with his purchase. Hedidn't want to loose it so he immediately put it around his neck.He began walking around to the tables of clothing. He bought severalitems of female clothing, mostly panties and bathing suits. He did pickup a very large bra on one table. It was marked as a 48EEE. He ponderedwhat it would be like. My right hand made its way into my bikini bottom and rubbed my pussy. I was really dying for a nice hard dick deep inside my pussy…I left my pussy lips and started to reach for my back shoulder to put on some lotion. "Do you need help?" A deep voice said behind me."No, thanks I think I can..." But then I made a gasp in surprise. Behind me was a gorgeous tall black man with a perfect muscled body, wearing nothing but a kind of G-string for a swimsuit. From head to toe he was all muscle; but what.