Her breasts were not at all large, but they were nice. My eyes went back down her legs to the shoes. Oh my, she has nice legs, and the heels just rede...ined them. I was so upset, though, that I could see one of the bruises on her thigh since the dress was a little shorter than her black work skirt. Tomorrow, Chuck. Talk to him tomorrow.She giggled. Sounded like heaven’s bells.“Deal. I need some hose to wear with it. Black or Off-Black thigh highs in a petite or small should work. Let me take. If you don't mind”. I gave her smile. She smiled back. Her smile contain mixture of naughtiness in it. She replied “well… NO” in naughtiness. this I don't understand . Biggest mystery till now. Why does girls say NO to what they don't want to actually say. I looked in her eyes deeply & said “Please…..” she looked away smiling. Thinking something little a bit & said “Will you have Coffee. Wait I get it for you”. She stood up & went in a kitchen. I thought ‘what that was not a answer I expected... When I know my love is all mine for the night.I sit nursing my drink eyes glued to the door - he's late!A soft smile spreads across my lips as he appears, rushing in the door and straight to me apologizing. Cupping my face and bending to kiss me, his kisses so perfect arouse me instantly.''Take a seat baby. We can discuss later how you will pay for your late arrival!''I can hear my voice has a husky, breathless tone to it. My eyes bright as I look into his.The message carrying clearly to him as. The sounds and images of my wife being gang-banged by the black men would pop into my head and I would cum on the spot. I felt bad for the other wife and her lack of fulfillment. This happen over and over. After a while we stopped picking up couples. My wife started working as a waitress in a hotel bar. When I was out of town one night, I got a call from my wife, telling me that another part time waitress had made a pass at her. She said the other girl worked one or two nights a week to explain.