“I’ve never slept with Lynette,” he said adamantly. “We had a platonic kiss ... once ... but there’s absolutely nothing going on between us....There never has been.”“He didn’t even slip her the tongue,” Alyssa interjected helpfully.Charles looked at her in surprise, then barked a short laugh. Giving the gorgeous brunette a rueful frown of apology, he said, “I’m sorry, sweetheart. I shouldn’t keep doubting you...”“I understand,” she said with a look of sympathy. “I don’t blame you for having. And it was their anniversary.They had met exactly one year ago. June. Chelsea's mouth quirked into something between a smile and a grimace as she remembered how it had happened.It was because she'd been late. David had been shrugging into his coat just inside the doors of the very restaurant they were going to tonight and Chelsea, way overdue for a lunch meeting with a client, had barged in without looking and nearly knocked David off his feet with the door. He'd recovered his balance without. He wasn't even aware that his already fit chest was hardening, muscles growing, becoming more defined as the lovely woman raised and lowered herself over his cock. Then the pleasure was over as a red gloved fist uppercut the jaw of the black woman sending her flying up off his cock. She struck the wall and slumped down to the ground, her legs spread open.The Queen had to pull her punch less she send La Sirene's head flying up to the roof. "Probably should have interrogated her before knocking. I could see Susan was thinking the same and why wewere expected to do these degrading things for this young man just for him tosee which of us had the type of breast and size of cunt he liked to fuck. Helooked at us and said, ?I suppose you both think that bending over with yourcheeks parted will enable me to make a choice but you must help each other?.Pointing to Susan he said, ?I want to see you first so lie on the table liftyour legs back over your shoulders then looking at me said you are.