Suddenly a smile breaks her gloomy face, “An honest man. Now that’s a first.” WE both laugh. Taking hold of my hand she leads me away, I enquire... “Where shall we eat. You’re local, you choose.” With her breast firmly held against my arm we move with purpose to a small café. “Wouldn’t you like a posh restaurant?” “No,” she says. “Some men think that buying a girl a meal entitles them to take liberties. So we’re eating here and I paying. No strings. OK.” “Ok by me so long as you don’t expect to. I looked back to make sure that he was still watching me. I then closed my long silky-stockinged legs together and slooooooooooooowly pulled down my lacy hot pink thong panties to the music. When they were down to my knees I bent over and grabbed my stiletto heels. Then all of a sudden I felt some rough manly hands m*****ing my white ass through all of the silk and lace. Then I heard his voice say "You fuckin" white bitch" and I knew that it was the voice of a horny BIG BLACK NIGGER STUD.OMFG. Foreign crude oil tankers began unloading at John's refineries. They were purchasing fuel to return home from Tim.Tim had acquired forty different apartment properties. He had to pay nearly nothing for them.Tim owned fourteen hundred apartments.Tim was sending fuel to Corpus Christy several times a week. His was the only place diesel fuel and gasoline could be bought there.The U.S. government was his largest customer. Tim and Cami were soft lovers at night and forceful, tough decision makers. Outwardly, he remained calm, but he very much hoped it meant something more.He’d timed this conversation carefully, and just as the silence separating what they both wanted from what they dared admit began to grow, he pulled into the parking lot of the Kensington Hotel and Casino.The Kensington was new and grand with its Art Deco exterior and beautiful, multi-colored lighting. It was advertised as catering for couples seeking a romantic getaway, and Jake knew that it offered the perfect setting.