Mum actually smiled at me as she went and fetched the address; luckily for me it was not too far away and I tried the phone number that was with the a...dress and tried to arrange to go see him. It was Sally who answered the phone and seemed delighted her nephew had finally made contact after all these years; she told me when Harry would be there and I made arrangements for them to visit us. Sally kept trying to persuade me to come to them and at an earlier and let us get to know one another. Your first date will be this coming Saturday night, so you need to check your wardrobe to see if you have anything to wear to a formal ball. One other thing, the executives at the company don’t know that you are my wife, and I don’t want them to know, so we should give you a professional name to use on dates.” I decided to give myself the professional name of Starr Dancer, and even had fake IDs made up with that name in case I ever needed to show identification at restaurants or bars. I also. She trusted me. She was so used to forcing other bodies to submit to her will, there seemed nothing surprising about my instant command of her. Her skin was warm and soft to my touch. The muscles rippled, resisted, then parted for my fingers. I felt her loosen and yield to me. She sank still lower, presenting her neck to my mercy. How far could I push her? I ran my fingers down over her spine, stroking out each nobbly bone. She didn't resist me: she barely seemed aware of me. I ran my hands. I ordered wine, we chilled for a minute. She told me she's always been attracted to black men and that she's never had the courage to fuck one, she did mention the fact that she sucked her best friend's brother's dick in college. Her best friend Michelle was a black girl from Harlem at the time. I told her I spotted her big ass blocks away. She said she gets so much attention from black men about her ass. Growing up in her household with Italian parents they would always tell her to be proud of.