Mishell

We step through a wooden door with a frosted window and into a well appointed office with a small couch. Stepping into Mishell's office we are greeted by a older woman her dark chocolate skin showing the barest hint of crow feet beside her sparkling green eyes. My eyes however don't linger long on her albeit attractive face as my eyes are glued to her bountiful breasts, though no where near as bountiful as mom's. I flush and avert my gaze as she teases "I thought you two were here for a loan not me."

Mom glares at me for my indiscretion and tightens her fists as she sits down. I simply gawk at the mature ebony woman as she seems to be undressing me with her eyes. I'm so enraptured that I don't even hear mom tell me to sit and instead am shocked when she suddenly tugs on my arm and pulls me down into the chair. Choosing to avoid gawking at the woman behind the desk and avoid mom's wrath I look at my thighs as mom and Mishell talk. Most of the conversation was boring and pertained to mom getting a loan to buy or open up a business. I start to wonder if some of the changes mom had done to me have had unintended consequences as usually I'd be able to follow them, but instead when I try I just zone out.

Eventually their talks come to and as Mishell leans forward giving me ample view of her cleavage which seems in danger of spilling out as she continues "Look Mrs Doe I understand you have offered enough collateral for this loan and your example of a 'model' employee here....is most certainly helpful. I think in order to approve this loan I need....some first hand experience from your lovely example to approve this. Don't worry it will only be for the day and at the end you can pick her up at my house and we could even have dinner if you want in honor of your new venture."

Mom takes a deep breath and stands up causing her purse to fall off her lap. She seems to be seconds away from grabbing me and storming out but... She seems to hesitate considering accepting her offer.