My husband talked to me a few years ago about sleeping with black guys. I was shocked. I thought that he was joking at first. I asked him why and he looked at me with an awkward face and said "You dont know yet?" I said "know what" and he responded by getting a porn and putting it on the TV. It was a girl getting gang banged by HUGE black guys. I was speechless. My jaw hit the floor.

The date stamp and time on the video when Adrian was working on my machine covers the period that the incriminating email to BCS was sent from my machine. I have evidence it wasnt me. I copy the video to my machine and then to a memory stick. I decide to leave that video on the server. Sure that I have deleted all the videos with my bits showing I log off. I dont really know what Adrians involvement has been or the person he addressed the email to at BCS. I draft an email, I use the subject "Illegal Disclosure", I start "To whom it may concern" and go on to state that Steve has been blackmailing me with the email to BCS which I supposedly sent but which I have video

BCS Chairman Frank Mongoose pushed the intercom button on his desk phone. Yes, Julie. Its a representative from USC on line one, sir, the woman said. The Chairman closed his eyes in pain. It was Friday, December th. The following day was the last day of the college football season. On Sunday the final BCS standings would be announced and formal invitations to college bowl games would be extended, including the Sugar Bowlthis years national championship game. Frank knew the possibility existed that one teamprobably USCcould be excluded from the big game even though they would be ranked higher in the coaches and media polls.

There is a email in my new work mail box from someone called Peter, it just has the letters "BCS" in the message. Very odd I think. Wonder if that is a short name for a project we have? Maybe he pressed the send button too soon. I respond, "Hi, Im new, not sure if we have met" etc. And ask him if BCS is a development project. Ten minutes later I get another message, it just says "wear something nice". What? Thats very cheeky, who the hell is this anyway. Tomorrow I think I will speak to Matt about this. I dont reply.

"Sitting at the bar arguing the merits of the college football BCS." Her brow furled. "Should I even ask what that is?" He laughed and looked over at the beautiful young woman at his side. "Probably not. Even those who know what it is have a hard time understanding how it works." Sylvia smiled. Sylvia heard "BCS" mentioned several times as she approached, picked up the drinks, and headed back to Clipper. She sat on a chair to his left and handed him his beer. "Thanks, I appreciate that." "Youre welcome," she answered before taking a large drink of her Black Russian. "So why do they call you Clipper?" He smiled. "Im not sure if I should tell you." "You dont have to

The BCs were even weight integrated so we wouldnt have to bother with weight belts. That would certainly be more comfortable since wed be without wetsuits. Peg and Josh jumped aboard a few minutes later. I was envious of Joshs dark tan. It was a little funny looking at Tom whos cock maintained a floating position and all the girls, including Ana, whose boobs floated in the water threatening to pop out of their BCs. Ana motioned everyone to follow her and off we went, me at my usual place at the back of the pack. The water felt a bit warmer at the shallower depth and the visibility was some of the best Id ever experienced, at least 100 feet. You could tell this was a

Then lets not deal with the BCS ranking. Straight up win-loss record to the end of the season. Gwen rocked back in her chair. That is tempting but I dont think that you can be quiet for that long. We could shorten the time frame. Sue considered. Why not just to Thanksgiving? After thinking for a minute, Gwen said, Why not to the weekend before? What? You want to miss those games? Isnt The Big Game against Stanford that weekend? It is but we havent listed the terms of the bet yet. Gwen kicked off her pumps and propped her feet on the desk. She winked when she caught Sue ogling her legs. Sue coughed and flushed. What do you want? Ive always wanted to do

They were a shoo-in for a good bowl game and their BCS ranking just kept getting closer to LSUs. Football aside, the proprietary air that Gwen had assumed was making her very nervous. Take that morning for instance. Sue had gotten her hair styled after work the day before. When she came into work, Gwen stopped by her office. Nice cut. Thank you. Sue tossed her short cap of dark curls. I glad you like it. You know, soon youll need to be asking my permission first. Snapping her head up, Sue blurted, Excuse me? When youre my slave, you wont be making any more decisions. Ill be the one telling you when and how you cut your hair. Sue stared at Gwen with her

Yep, that was I -- BCS Shannon. Im a pretty woman. Im not silly or vain, but I can see in the mirror. Men have told me since I was a freshman in high school that I was pretty. My ex-husband told me many times how beautiful he thought I was. This totally unanticipated sexual awakening during the past few days and last night more than likely redefines BCS Shannon as Black Cock Slut Shannon! 1st attachment begin HTML removed pursuant to http:assm.asstr.orgeroticaassm faq.html#policy 1st attachment end - ASSM Moderation System Notice-- Notice: This post has been modified from its original format. The post was sent as an email attachment and has been converted by

I cant think of anyway to check the email server logs without raising suspicion and putting myself in danger of being caught for either sending the alleged email or contravening the BCS terms of employment if Peters emails are found. Then there are the photographs, where did those come from? The angle they appear to have been taken from suggests only one place and I wish I had checked instead of rushing out of the office earlier. It would seem that Steve has had help in getting those at least. There is nothing for it I know, Ill just have to try my best to avoid Steve and when I cant, go along with whatever sexual favour he may ask until I can find out more. With