I was hoping it was him, so that I could give him another earful of me shouting my anger out. But it wasn’t. Why would he knock on the door? He has ...y keys. Maybe his stupid ass locked the keys in the car for the fifth time? I got up and walked over to the door. The neighbors. They heard me yelling and decided to be nosey and see what’s going on and play like they’re concerned. As I opened the door, it turned out to be the beautiful Leilani. She stood there and smiled. She’s 5’6 (without heels). I know bloke's rooms and this one obviously belonged to one of the twins.I closed the door quickly and moved to the next. The same. On the other side of the corridor was another door. Success. I went in and unzipped. I'd had a hard on for much of the meal thanks to the photos of Mrs Maddison I'd seen downstairs. After the piss I turned around and saw a photo on the wall beside the closed door. It was a fairly dark photo and I couldn't quite make out what it was. I looked closer and was. You love black cock You crave Bbc You need bbc. You'll do anything for black dick. Black dick is all you think about. It would flash back and show the woman play with herself. This went on and on. When this vid vid would end he would start another. All had the same theme. Hypnotic swirls and words flashing. A voice over commanding that I worship black cock. All the while my husband continued to talk to me. Telling me that I belonged to him and that I would be a bbc slut only for him and only. The slowly materializing form was taking on a decidedly female silhouette that was pleasing to Neil's eyes. A pair of breasts-appearing almost material enough that Neil wondered if he could touch them- played peek-a-boo with the blue vapour. He felt himself harden at the sight of the pert nipples that adorned each exquisite breast.His gaze slid, lasciviously, downwards. The belly of the temptress was curiously smooth and devoid of any existence of an umbilical cord. Neil was not bothered unduly.