Jonas moved his hands down and pulled my ass closer to him grinding his cock on me. He asked me if my husband would let him fuck his lovely wife…I t...ld him if he would dare to ask my husband if he could allow him to fuck me…He then asked if I ever had a black man before. I said he would not be my first one…I brought him back to our table and told everything to my loving husband; who naturally, said it was fine to him. We sat down for some more drinks and Jonas got closer to me. He put his heavy. So don't play that bullshit game with me.' I gasped for breath looking Ron in the face, his eyes were livid and his expression was frighting. I looked at Ron as he began to move in my direction, 'what are you doing,' I whimpered. Ron replied 'I'm going to teach you how to recognize me next time.'I tried to scamper up higher on the mound of equipment, Ron grabbed hold to my leg and pulled me back to the bottom. Ron slapped me across the face twice, my lip was bleeding, my head was ringing.. Now when she tried to tell me she was doing something lesser so she didn't take advantage of me, I'd just tell her to use her own money. The light bulb went off and the quality of things that came into the house rose exponentially.She always had a smile when she was able to purchase things with her own cash and not have to rely on my card. Of course, she didn't know that I kept track of what she was spending and put the amounts back into her account without her knowing. She figured it out. She couldn't believe her luck. Most appraisers were much more experienced than she was, right out of college. Marc Connelly was not the owner of the business. He was a son or nephew of the owner, and Brian was a cousin. Phillips Fine Arts and Antiques was a offshoot of Christie's. They held both public and private auctions. The private auctions were very exclusive. She would love to attend one. Lucy stumbled a bit on the concrete steps leading up to the entrance of the brownstone. Somebody.