Melissa stood under the hot shower, as images of her encounter with Randall the day before flashed through her mind. She wondered how she had let it happen. It had all happened so fast. Her needy state made her so receptive to the advances of the black stud. Her body had betrayed her and she had lost all reasoning. Turning off the shower, she began to dry herself and glanced at the clock.
"7:31 a.m." she mumbled to herself as the rain began to pour, just like the weatherman had predicted. The weather report called for rain all day. She was glad to see the rain, because it meant the tree company would not be there today.
"Thank God!" she thought. Melissa had planned to leave for the day so she wouldn't have to face them. She needed a day to collect her thoughts and put the previous day's events out of her head.
Melissa slipped on her black thong and couldn't stop the thought of Randall shooting off all over her ass. She snapped the black bra over her still tender breasts that Randall had mauled the day before. Her hands cupped her tits as she admired them in the mirror and the image of Randall's 9' cock flashed momentarily in her mind.
"Jesus Christ! I've got to get myself together!" she cursed out loud, just as she heard a knock at the door. "Who in the hell could that be?" she wondered. She threw on her robe and tied it shut as she headed for the door.
Melissa looked out the door window. The tree company foreman was smiling at her. She opened the door, inviting him in out of the rain that was now coming down like cats and dogs.
"Sorry to bother you so early, Melissa, but I've got something I need to discuss with you." Samuel exclaimed, as he entered and shut the door behind him.
"I didn't think you guys would be working today, Samuel. It's pouring the rain and they say it's going to rain all day!" Melissa exclaimed with a puzzled look on her face. She noticed Samuel staring at her robe that had come open slightly, revealing glimpses of her black bra. He smiled lewdly at her as she pulled her robe together and looked up into his eyes as she wondered what he had to discuss.
"Melissa, I know what went on yesterday between you and Randall." Samuel remarked, with a smile on his face. Melissa felt her heart quicken as the words spilled from his mouth.
"I fired Randall yesterday." Samuel continued and Melissa felt her knees weaken. She did not know how to respond and just stood there unable to speak or move. "How did he know? Did Randall tell him? How much did he tell him?"
"I wonder what your husband would think about you fucking a black man in the same bed you fuck him in?" Samuel asked her, as his eyes pierced hers seeing the fear they displayed.
"Please, Samuel, you can't tell my husband!" she blurted out. "What do you want from me? Please don't tell him!" she pleaded.
