”Bill felt me kind of back away and told her that he was giving me the tour.He finally took me to the last room, the rec room. All this room had in...it was a big king size mattress on the floor in the center of the room, there were 2 white older woman on their backs and about 10 black guys having fun with them. There were 2 old white guys standing in the corner watching and playing with their cocks. This room Bill told me was for women who wanted to experience BBC (Big Black Cocks).He took me. ”I will swear her secretary braced herself, like someone who is walking his dog on the beach and suddenly sees a fifteen foot wave looming in the corner of their eye.“Excuse me?”“Boston. At once. For several months,” said Caroline.“Uhm ... I assume she knows, right?”Caroline’s secretary knows everything.“Yes.”“So ... There’s this thing I’m doing in the next few weeks, maybe even months. In Saudi Arabia. It involves tea and MI6. Ring any bells?”Caroline tutted her lips for an instant.“I’m well. Patiently I sat and waited knowing it would take half an hour before she came back. In the mean time my erection remained rock hard and moved in time with the rapid beating of my pounding heart.By the clock on the wall it was twenty eight minutes and Mom casually entered the room with my sister. She sat beside me and slipped her robe off her shoulders. Now I was seeing both of Mom's large milk filled breasts as she brought my sister to one. My sister greedily clamped her lips around the. “Yes a few,” I replied, “I’m not gay if that’s what you were wondering, far from it”She laughed, putting her hand on my arm. “I’m sorry; I’m so nosey aren’t I?“Oh, no problem. I’m more than happy to be quizzed by a beautiful woman,” I said with a twinkle in my eye.She laughed again, squeezing my thigh this time. “Flattery will get you everywhere,” she said smiling.“There’s an offer I can’t refuse.”“Bad boy!” she giggled, patting my thigh again.Damn, she was flirting with me, with her own.