Groggy, she reached over and answered it. Her voice, hoarse from her cries of passion, broke as she said, “Hello.”“Hey, Silvia. What are you doi...g there?” Carla’s cheerful voice over the phone helped her wake.She looked over at the strong body of the black man in bed beside her for a second before answering. His soft snores struck her as endearing. Confused, she asked, “What time is it?”“Four. You were supposed to be over here a half an hour ago for Thanksgiving Dinner,” replied the young woman. "Good on you," he said. We sat there drinking coffee until he had accessed all the tape. He went back to the postal worker. "We want to take a look at that package for an outside trigger before you pick it up." Come on Brit, Sometimes a bomb is just a fishing pole." I said."And sometimes a bug is a microphone. There are no coincidences, till we find out who wants to bug you." he said."Well at least the coffee is good," I said."That it is, too bad you can't get a decent cup of tea in this. “It was fun,” she said with a grin. “Particularly the base jump from the top.”“You seem to be a match made in heaven,” I chuckled. “Probably literally in your case.”“He’s good for me,” she nodded. “Squeeze to attach, flick the lever to release, keep your feet in the harness and don’t fall. Pull us up when you find somewhere safe to do so.”“Yes, my Mage,” I replied and climbed into the shaft.It took a little while but I soon found a technique and rhythm that worked. The hardest part was hanging. But he wants you and Kevin to have some fun with him." Kristen's head jerked up and looked at Lisa and Marc in utter disbelief.Matt and Kevin helped a somewhat groggy, but definitely not out of it, Marc into his bedroom. While his thick black shaft was not totally erect any longer, it was certainly still thick and swollen from the attention it had received from his white lover. Kevin appeared to be thrilled at the prospect of spending some "quality" time with Marc, and he went to work.