There must be a workman here fixing something he thought. His wife was giggling as he walked into the master bedroom and watched as the assistant golf...pro fucked his wife, who clearly was loving every second of being plundered by the athletic young black man. It was the final indignity, but he felt himself getting hard again. In a totally strange way, a sense of peace and relief came over him. No longer would he have to try and pretend he was interested in making love with her. He would resume. The young man collected the two papers and after glancing them over he sealed them in separate envelopes and slid them through a slot in the wall. The Raven haired lady returned with two large packages and handed one to the young man, who in turn walked over and handed it to Travis. She walked over to the young lady and handed her the other package. “You will see a numbered key on the package you were just given,” The young man said. “That key is for your locker.” He motioned to his right.. She tiptoed up the stairs, took a deep breath and pushed the bedroom door open. The sight that met her eyes was one that she would always remember -- so would he.HER VERSION-----------He was facing the dressing table mirror with his back towards her; straightening a long-sleeved red sweater he was wearing. He spun around as he heard the door open, gasping as he saw her. He then slowly sat down on the bed with his head lowered and his eyes looking down at the floor.She saw that he was wearing. Kristika: Oh yeaaa! Show me that dick!Me: Open those legs wider.Kristika: Ahhhh..God, that veiny cock looks good enough to suck.Me: That pussy looks wet enough to slide into.Kristika: Umm…Ahhh…Then bring that cock ???? over here and fuck me like the slut I am.I stroked slowly as I heard the slippery sounds of her fingering herself. The legs lifted her hips off the ground as she rammed her fingers deep in and out of her wet cunt.Kristika: Sit back and watch me. I don’t want you to cum yet.Me:.