Across the room was another set of doors. Beside the other entrance was a long table set with goblets and water pitchers, but otherwise empty; however... cloaks and hats were draped over the table’s chairs. I suspected a number of people were temporarily out of the room. Scratch and I made awkward small talk with a few men as we waited for something to happen. Apparently, the Black Prince and his cronies had stepped out to relieve themselves and to go for a smoke. The crowd was grumbling about. Vishakha was in her casual clothes and I could see her cleavage right in front of my eyes. Those boobs, just tightly hugging each other and trying to breathe in that bra. I was staring so badly that even she noticed it.She said, “Aye, look up here, I am trying to explain this.” That felt so bad, yet so beautiful. I was distracted the whole day.Days passed and our fun became more personal. I called her fat and she poked me in my tummy. I used to choke her and run away, she accidentally kicked my. He had all his clothes on and said to get in side so when Jim walked in she followed. Once inside she saw where the moaning was coming from. There was a porn move on the TV. There was a nice looking middle aged white woman getting pounded by a huge black cock! Allison did not know what to do. She just stood there watching this enormous black cock disappear into the woman's pussy as though in a trance. The first thing that went through her mind was oh my god he's going to kill that woman. After. That would never happen.But the last job she had applied for, a live in secretary, out in the sticks, seemed more interested. And when the letter came offering her the position, she jumped at it.It meant leaving the city, but the city no longer held anything for her. Her flat? She would lose that when she could no longer pay the rent. And she knew getting another flat, even if she could afford it, would be hard.The job fitted the bill perfectly for her.An old man and his spinster sister. An old.