.. just... conflicted." "Conflicted? That sounds interesting. Conflicted about what?" he asked. I didn't reply. I felt small, cheap and exposed. "If w...'re going to be good neighbors, we have to be honest with each other." He untied his robe and opened it wide, exposing himself to me. "Is this what you're 'conflicted' about?" He swayed his hips enough to swing his cock like church bells before a mass. "I think you should go now," I said as I returned with his cup half-filled with cream, averting. After a while I noticed how much she would talk about them. It became clear that she was spending time in their company. And just what was she doing during that time?I took off early one day when I knew they would all be home. I slipped in quietly and listened. Some noises were coming from the stairway to the apartment. Moving cautiously, as I went down the stairs I could hear fuck noises. Soon I could peek around the corner and, sure enough, Clarinda was lying on her back with a college kid’s. She sucked on it and I moved forward, leaning over her while she accepted more of my steely hard cock into her watering mouth. I felt her hips buck behind me, bouncing us both. I grabbed hold of the headboard near her hands and she grasped my wrists. She sucked my cock, tilting her head this way and that but she could not get the right angle to get it clear down her throat. I think we were both disappointed. She grunted and began to suck, hard. The orgasm hit me like hurricane. My hips jerked. To protect their privacy I have changed thenames of the people involved.It was on a Friday afternoon when my African boss,Motambi, gave me several contract documents to deliverto a fellow engineer named Atkins. Atkins had been inAfrica only for a year but somehow had just recentlybeen promoted again over several other long-term Englishemployees. I had wondered as to why he was favored byMotambi but soon I would find out the shocking truth.As I entered the villa where he and his family lived.