In my head, I know I live in the USA. I know when I am there I am not treated like a foreigner, I am treated just like everyone else. If you live in t...e USA, you probably don't even think about it ... we are all different colors, religions, heights, noses ... we are Americans because we believe in America and we 'get it.' It's not like that anywhere else in the world. While my friends in the USA know I am a Filipina, I am not treated like foreigner there either. I am one of them. It's not like. I didn't read them, just let my fingers find the way. It was dark in the store and it darkened more as I approached a poorly lit back corner. The window above the wall-length book shelf was completely crowded by books. I turned the corner to head back up the next aisle, and just as I did I caught a glimpse of another customer. I hadn't heard anyone else come in. She must have been there before me. I didn't catch her face but I saw her hand linger on the back of a shelf, just as I had, before. She thought I was to hate her, but then I guided her hand to my quite prominent cock, to let her know that it was fine by me and I loved watching her being a nice slut for my Boss…I asked her then if she wanted to tell me the full story or watch it on the screen. Anita started to tell me the whole story.During the second night my Boss had sodomized her in a wild way. I had already watched the full action on the video and I had enjoyed it too much…The last evening they had dinner in the. You're part of me, Katrina." Oh God!"They clung to each other.It was Andrew who moved things on."Katrina, my poppet, my precious, I'm getting a bit peckish and we ought to ring our offices in ten minutes or so."Katrina growled. "Blooming work! Isn't love more important?" Much, my sweet, but we've still got to earn our daily bread to keep that love alive." Bloomin' barrister! All the arguments! I still love you though you, you..."Andrew stifled her with a kiss which showed no remembrance of time.