Marcus was in the home of a shapely young woman.  He was putting the system together and was seeing her stand over him.  He could sense the change in her breathing, the quickening of her pulse, he did his best not to smile as the light skinned woman seemed to be staring at his groin as he continued to wire the security system.<br/><br/>When he looked up at her, she quickly averted her gaze.  He shook his head.  It was what he expected when he sold her the system at the tech shop.  He was well muscled in his company polo shirt and he didn’t have a probably with women looking as he was an impressive specimen to say the least.<br/><br/>But he was probably too greedy for his own good or he would have…taken a lot of women up on their offers.<br/><br/>Since he knew the normal signs of arousal.  He just wasn’t here for that.  He wasn’t trying to seduce the Congressman’s daughter, he needed info. This was the best way to get it.  His knowledge of tech was second to none.  I helped that he was from a country with tech at least 20 years ahead of currently tech systems.  He could do this wiring thing in his sleep.  But information was the bigger commodity right now and he so much wanted to find out lucrative deals going on so he could capitalize on them.<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(44, 130, 201)"><b>“Ok that should just about do it.</b></span>”  He said sitting up cleaning up and getting off the floor.  She was eating him up with her eyes as he knelt on the ground in front of her.  He turned around to face her she was practically fanning herself.  He walked over to stand in front of her. His deep growl.<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(44, 130, 201)"><b>“Is there anything else?”</b></span>He looked at her knowing there was, he could smell it now.<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(242, 174, 223)"><b>“Yessss.” </b></span>She stuffed a piece of paper in his shirt pocket and kissed him deep and hard.<br/><br/>He returned her kiss, his hands gripping her rear.  Then he heard it in his ear.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(235, 107, 86)"><i>&lt;&lt;Are you done?   Are you done?  Can we do this when I DON’T have to hear you rutting forever with the woman.  Mission now…make ‘ere your playing thing lata!&gt;&gt;</i></span><br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(44, 130, 201)"><b>“I will make sure I use this…and call when I am off the clock.”</b></span>He said with a smile, stealing another quick kiss, to let her know she had his attention..even if he never came back.  It was distracting for sure.  As he activated the system.<br/><br/>He gathered his things and was outside in the truck, a moment later.<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(235, 107, 86)"><i>&lt;&lt;Must you try to think sex is the only thing a woman wants.  You can let go of your mandingo dreams once in a while boy.&gt;&gt; </i></span>The voice came through.<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(44, 130, 201)"><i>&lt;&lt;Auntie…why must you act like dat.  If I am da flava…let me be!  I will not be young foreva.  Not my fault I haven’t found the one!&gt;&gt;</i></span><br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(235, 107, 86)"><i>&lt;&lt;And you won’t find ‘the One’ sticking yo spoon in every pot boyyo.  The system is coming online we will have his information as soon as he comes home.  You have the night off for now…do try to spend it all in  one place…I may need to put my hands upon you…very very soon.  I love you, Nephew!&gt;&gt;</i></span><br/><br/>He couldn’t help but sigh.<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(84, 172, 210)"><i>&lt;&lt;Fine I will be a bit more picky on my pots, Auntie.&gt;&gt;</i></span>He could hear the melancholy in her voice.  It was always like that when she was remembering her brother…his father.<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(44, 130, 201)"><i>&lt;&lt;I love you too, Auntie…turning my mic off!&gt;&gt;</i></span>She always kept tabs on him.  But for now he had the night off.  He was tempted to turn around and go back in.  But he still had to clock out and go home.<br/><br/><div class="bbImageWrapper lazyload js-lbImage" data-lb-caption-extra-html="" data-lb-sidebar-href="" data-single-image="1" data-src="https://i.pinimg.com/originals/01/20/47/01204777b16f009a6ac0622bdf6405c2.jpg" title="01204777b16f009a6ac0622bdf6405c2.jpg">
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