As we checked in at the Shoreham, we were handed two boxes that had Ken McArthur as the return addressee. After getting all of our stuff in our rooms,...we all went into Claire and my suite to open the boxes as excited as we all were.We sat in a circle on the king bed, with Claire sitting behind one box and Kalista standing and holding the other one. With my signal, they both broke open the boxes in front of them, Claire holding up a T-Shirt and K holding up a sweatshirt. They were both such a. “No, I have been banned from there” he replied, without explanation “I know the perfect place”. They walked into town and what could be described as the shady part. Tumble down shacks and pop up street food stalls. They were stared at as they walked passed. “They don’t see many white women down here” he said as if reading her mind. They came to a bar which seemed out of place. Well built and obviously only recently renovated. “Hello Arnie” yelled the barmaid as they walked in “been fishing. She was sitting at her desk typing up more notes for Henry.Her boss had become more than a boss. He had become her lover and husband. She reminissed about the first time she saw him as a person who was more than an older man. He had come to her bedside with her father after he had heard that she had some evidence that might show corruption and murder in their town. He had heard some of the story and she had broken down and cried.He had bent over and tenderly caressed her cheek. There were tears. ”“Just a minute,” I said as I pulled his rather loose suit off. I grabbed his finger and used it to wipe off the jism that escaped my mouth and rubbed it on my tits while squeezing his hands over them. I went to stroking his cock while he squeezed my tits and played with my nipples. I finally resorted to licking it again till it stood to attention. This time I focused on the taste and realized it wasn’t so bad. I vowed that today I would learn to like or at least pretend to like jism. I sat.