The 'He' in question was her husband, 'she classified him as an internet freak', complaining she was being ignored, because of his online antics.I was...sitting in their upstairs sitting are and he true to life was on the computer, in the adjoining room.'Dont listen to her', he called back, I just laughed, it was not the first time she had told me he had fantasized about fucking me, then being last summer on the beach, when I went nude in front of him, there was no denying it, as his cock. He was an amateur horticulturist and enjoyed the many permutations and variations he could precipitate in his private garden. Beyond the garden was the walkway that led to the ocean, the surf booming an invitation to come swim.He was proud to own such a stately home in such an exclusive community. Not bad for someone who grew up in the worst part of Miami. Or someone who had a criminal record. Or used to have a criminal record, he thought as he smiled widely. Not all his clients paid by. "Oh, but," I say, before stopping. I smile at her, my heart racing. Her eyes seem to hold unspoken messages now, and although I hunger for answers, I look down at the paper in my hand, connecting the dots Rose resumes her paper sorting, albeit with her gaze fixed on me."Thanks," I say, relieved to see that the plump woman working beside Rose has just taken a phone call."No problem," Rose watched me cautiously as I turned slowly and walked over to the aisles. I moved deliberately, taken over by. .cant''''yes , here take that bottle, you start with my back and cover me in soap'' ''mike ...''''ok you want it this way? im trying to be cool here and all''''heyyy mike ''Slap , slap slap''bad white girl, move those hands , you gonna listen dont you bad girl'' ''ahhh yes stop mike''ass slap turn agaisnt the wall , smack like a bitch''here take the bottle of shower gel and start washing me''''yes yes ok ok''i was feeling his strong body, him rubbing my ass calling me a good girli saw him get.