Barely ...

Brenda hurriedly grabbed at the very first items she could get her hands on. She donned a pair of basic white cotton panties, and her tight fitting blue jeans. The doorbell chimed and Brenda glanced at the alarm clock next to the bed. She hastily grabbed a loose fitting burgundy blouse from the open drawer. She pranced down the steps, slipping the blouse over her head as she made her way to the bottom of the staircase. In the foyer, luckily, were a pair of open-toed, flat sandals, which she slipped into before opening the door.

Breathlessly, Brenda opened the door, to meet her shopping escort. Brenda stood silently for a few seconds, surveying the massive figure filling the doorway. She was somewhat taken aback by the sheer size of the man standing there, every bit of six and a half feet tall, and nearly three feet wide; but, he didn't show an ounce of fat. His shoulders were broad, and his arms were nearly the diameter of her thighs. His hands were likewise immensely huge. What surprised Brenda however, was the pure ebony color of his skin. It wasn't chocolate brown, but almost as black as the black suit he was wearing.

Brenda wasn't sure why, but she immediately envisioned the monstrous brute standing in the doorway, easily **** her petite form, much like Mac and his henchmen had. A large lump formed in her throat as she struggled to swallow it and take a breath. Her body trembled as she shuddered. She wondered what kind of physical damage he could have done to Mitch if he had been sent as opposed to the others. She wondered what he would have done to her, and of she would have been **** to suck his cock, or worse yet, been fucked over the dining room table by him, like she had by the others.

Those mere thoughts caused her eyes to drift downward to his crotch, absentmindedly wondering if the rumors about black men were true. While she couldn't tell for sure, she was certain that he was no less endowed than the others. She cursed herself for thinking like she was, and was frightful of how her body was reacting to her wandering mind.

“Miss Brenda, I presume? I'm Jermaine, here to take you shopping.” His voice was a deep, rumbling, rolling thunder, breaking her from the self-induced trance.

She looked up and saw a warm smile, the whites of his perfect teeth in sharp contrast to his skin. His left elbow was extended in a gentlemanly offering.

Brenda was again, taken aback. She was not expecting such a warm and sincere gesture, especially from one of Mac's associates. Slowly and hesitantly, she reached out with her hand and placed it in his extended extremity, confirming his truly muscular build. She nervously babbled an apology for not being more appropriately dressed.

“There is no need to worry about that Miss Brenda. That's what we are going to take care of today.” With that said, he escorted Brenda from the house, to the Lincoln. He opened the passenger door and helped her inside, closing the door, once she was settled in. Jermaine slipped behind the steering wheel and maneuvered the car back onto the street and onto the highway, heading towards their first destination.

Finding a bit of courage from deep within, Brenda managed to ask, “So where are we going Jermaine?”