Username: Taurus333 Date: 11-04-2022 03:45:20 Mood: other Music: The Very Best Of Bread

   Cassandra works the building's front desk area, reception, security monitors, visitor log in/out. She is a busy, attractive 30 year old from Manhattan, New York, stuck in the ATL If it wasn't for that accent, I would have married her years ago (well maybe not). Our Office Building is thirty stories with a huge number of professionals working there. The running joke/truth was she had lured every man, single or married, blind, crippled, or crazy, 18 to 75 out to lunch or for an afternoon quickie. Surprisingly, Cassandra only ate salads, and I needed an expert to settle a fifty dollar bet I had with one of my crew. We agreed she'd be our decider. Cassandra knew the bet was worth more to me then any ole funky fifty dollars. So she made her pitch for one of her famous lunch quickies. Hey ~ I had no choice - I'm a winner - Sometimes at any costs. So today was Wednesday, we set it up for Thursday with her expert salad ruling to happen Friday. Let me say this hear : "BEAUTY IS IN THE EYE OF THE BEHOLDER"

CASSANDRA was no slouch in the kick-ass body department. Unblemished skin, beautiful white teeth, thick, brunett hair, tits weren't what I'd expected (or hoped for) but who's perfect? She had a whole bunch of shit going for her that made a man wanna get off in dem draws. Confidence,  easy movement. Cassandra had all this going for her. BUT all that was killed for me by the manner of speeh. That New York Yankee speeh was a mighty big distraction for me.  So in the long run, I could fuck her, but we'd never be chat buddies.  Oh by the way ~ The pussy was the bomb, I mean  soaking wet fantastic. No time for oral or anal, but that was no problem cause the straight sex was so good, and I lost the bet. I was just glad it was finally Cassandra's turn. Peace

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