"Julie Summers," I said reading her into sheet."Yes, Sir Mr. Lewis." I like the Mr. You would do well to remember it in the future. I case you weren't...told your position with me is temporary upon my final approval of you performance. Is that understood, uh, MRS. Summers?" I had purposely place emphases on the Mrs."I understand fully, Mr. Lewis, but if my being married is going to be cause for mistreatment I will gladly leave and seek employment elsewhere."She had spunk and I liked that. Too. And a longer moment still for me to try and adjust to the absurd situation I've gotten myself into. There had to be at least 50 people in attendance. it seems daddy wasn't k**ding when he told me he was very involved in the kink community. we were in a large ballroom that was completely decorated for a wedding. this was as official as you could get. it seemed that our colors were white, light-sliver, and light-pink... there were three men standing along side daddy, his groomsman, and his best. I needed black cock. Something was wrong though. Something seemed off. I was fucking countless black men, but I was no longer married. The excitement was missing. I got off on cheating. After a couple years of being single, the orgies with black clients no longer affecting me, I made a decision. I decided to remarry for the sole purpose of cheating. I loved it, I needed that feeling, just as much as I loved black dick. This second time, my second marriage I’d be more careful. I’d go. Brad had been offered his dream job in New York. Only problem being, if he wanted the position he only had two days until the start date and it was non-negotiable. His sisters told Beth how he’d been in such a panic to pack up his flat and get everything sorted. He’d given his mobile to Nick, asking him to call Beth and explain it all. He told him to tell her that he would contact her from New York when he was settled and had got a number over there. Later that night when she got home, she had.