"Just keep it up and nothing is gonna happen. Otherwise, I'll have to tell my captain. And you know," he continued, thinking of their expensive clothes, "it would be a shame if I had to call your office and tell them that you was caught fornicating in a dressing room, at Bloomingdales! It would look real stupid, now, wouldn't it?"

They realized of course that he was right; Blair tried to reach for his pants, to keep his wallet from those mean, prying eyes, but Bernard was quicker and grabbed them first.

He pulled out the wallet and read: Blair Eldridge, Attorney then he saw a picture of Blair and his wife. Looking form the picture to Valerie, he saw instantly that they were not the same woman. "Gee, Mr. Eldridge, it would be too bad if your wife found out about your little habits!" and Blair turned beet red.

"Now," continued Bernard, "why don't you continue fucking the little lady? You was doin' it real nice before. And since she ain't doin' anything with her mouth, maybe she would like to suck my dick, too!" and he laughed.

Now Valerie really began to cry, but she lifted her head to the throbbing black cock and looked at it with disgust. She was humiliated beyond belief, but she wanted to do it and get the whole terrible thing over with quickly.

Closing her long-lashed eyes so she wouldn't have to see it, she parted her lips and drew the great, black tip into her mouth.

"Mmm, that's real nice, baby! Real nice. Now go to it, you white mother fucker!" said Bernard.

Blair started jerking in and out, tentatively at first and then with mounting passion. He hated to admit it even to himself, but the sight of Valerie's head bobbing up and down on that huge black tool drove him crazy with lust and soon he was ramming it into her for all he was worth.