Please read the earlier chapters first or this won't make much sense.
NOTE: Chapter 3 was mis-labeled and is simply called "Lennie and Samantha" I forgot to add the Ch 3 heading. I will request the website to fix it, but be aware of the mistake.
Read that chapter first and then read this one, chapter 4. Sorry for the confusion.
Thanks for the support and I welcome your comments.
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Two days later Samantha returned to Seattle. Now Cindy again, she had become distraught by Lennie's disappearance. She called Lori but her friend had no additional news or insights. After leaving message after message and getting no response from Lennie, she became cold and emotionally vacant. It seemed just like it was a decade ago when she fell completely for a guy who later deserted her after learning of her background. She kept Samantha's phone on. Two days after she returned, one of her best clients, James, called her to meet the next day.
It was 11 am on a weekday morning. The new black Mercedes AMG sedan pulled into the reserved parking space of the high-end condo parking lot. A large, well built man wearing a black power business suit, red tie, and four-figure handcrafted English leather shoes stepped out. A half-hour ago, he was in his corner office of the half-billion dollar manufacturing company in which he owned a majority interest. He walked up to the door and pressed the button for 204. The door buzzed and the lock opened. The man of stature opened it and walked across the foyer to the elevator. He entered and then appeared, walking the second floor and down the hall. As he got within two steps of knocking, the door opened and a beautiful brunette woman with shining blue eyes but no corresponding smile appeared. She was dressed like a housewife or mother of a teenager with khaki Capri pants, a dark blue blouse, neutral sandals and very little makeup. Her long brown hair was pulled back into a ponytail. She shut the door behind him. There was no kissing; instead she gave him a hug like a relative would.
"Everything is set up and ready," the brunette with shining blue eyes and still no smile said. "How long do you want?"
"Give me 30 minutes, ok?"
The beautiful woman nodded. He started walking down the hall, knowing exactly where his destination was. He had been there many times before.
In exactly a half-hour, there was a loud repeated knock on the closed bedroom door. "Jimmy! Oh Jimmy!, I've got your lunch today and it's your favorite! PB and J, with strawberry preserves, just the way you like!", she announced. After a couple of seconds and a half-dozen knocks, the woman opened the bedroom door, carrying a tray with a plate containing a peanut butter and strawberry jam sandwich on white bread, some potato chips, and a glass of milk.
Jimmy froze. He was sitting at an expensive, modern desk, watching a large computer monitor that had a video of a famous porn star getting gangbanged by three black men with very large cocks. Two of them were plunging deep in her ass, while she wildly sucked on the third.
"Jimmy!
What
are you doing? You're watching that
nasty
porn stuff on the internet, aren't you?"
The expensive suit and English leather shoes were gone, laying in a pile on the chair in the corner. Instead, the man was wearing pajamas. Pajamas that only a teen should wear. His bottoms were down at his ankles and he was furiously masturbating his hard, longish cock to the sex scene. On the large expensive monitor, there were 3 other windows open with similar sex scenes. In fact, the woman had set it all up and had his pajamas on the bed waiting for him before he walked in the door.
"Jimmy, you're masturbating again to that dirty porn stuff, aren't you?" She gasped, the woman's tone now more disappointing instead of accusatory. She shook her head in disgust.
"Jimmy, what has your aunt Samantha told you about......
this!
," waving her arm at the computer screen and his groin, hand around his hard cock while fondling his balls with the other. She walked over to the computer and with the mouse clicked the next tab. "What's
this?
", she shouted forcefully. "And
this?
", clicking the next window, "And
this?
You'd
better
start talking, mister!"
The man acting like a flustered teen with out of control urges stuttered back, "a five cock nigger gangbang, an airtight nigger cock gangbang, and a nigger breeding white girl session," not missing a beat in word or action.
"
What
did you say,
nigger
? No nephew of mine talks that way around here, young man! Get over here and lay down over my lap! Before you do, hand me that cane switch over there!"
Jimmy got up and started pulling up his pajama bottoms.
"Leave those PJ's off and come over here,
now! "
He laid down over her lap as she sat on the pre-positioned bedroom chair, his 240 pound, strong masculine frame and bare ass over her feminine lap of her 135 pound body. Her hands held his face as she twisted it to hers. "You will never use that word again, mister. Where did you hear it, anyway?"
