But every time I tried to go into some light hearted flirting, he would not respond - changing the subject very cleverly. I knew I had to do something...more to get his attention, maybe I wasn't his type, or maybe he wanted to be loyal to his wife. So one night after dinner, I had a quick shower and headed for my room. I put on a sexy pair of pyjamas - tight pair of shorts and a tank top, no bra or underwear. I knew the shorts would show off my firm butt and the tank top would sit nicely on my. It took a number of online sessions where we just chatted and cammed with each other before I agreed to meet him. I was so nervous leaving my flat and taking the subway over. When I arrived at his station and walked up from the platform, he was there at the entrance leaning against the wall reading the paper. As I approached him a wide smile crossed his face which I was happy to return. We shook hands as agreed and started walking back to his place, making idle chitchat along the way. It only. She peeled the dress off, unhooked her bra and then took her tits in both hands as Jarvis started to pump his cock hard. I clicked away quickly and keenly with his phone and then switched to video waiting for him to cum. What a sight it was! My own wife, on her knees, dressed only in hold- up stockings with her panties at her ankles, kneeling in front of a huge black man and looking up wantonly at his cock waiting for it to cum. ‘Come on, spray me. Cum all over my tits. I need to see it now!’. So she went out there and sorted through it - item by item. She found something way down at the bottom which, sure enough, shouldn't have been in there ... but how the trash man knew that that one item was in there at the bottom of the bin is beyond me. But he refused to empty our recycling bin TWICE MORE after the first time and after my wife had sorted through it. So my wife was legit furious. She went on crusade. She made phone calls, filed complaints, wrote nasty emails. It was tense around.