It was kind of cold and damp and I couldn’t wait to get my hand out again… with a nice fat wallet in it of course. It gave me a bit of a shudder t... be honest. Anyway, I quickly slipped it in my side pocket and that was that. So far, so good. Now you might think a pickpocket would leave his own wallet at home. Well, some might, but I like to have mine with me. I mean, although I make a career out of taking other people’s, I still find a certain comfort in knowing I have my own with me. It’s just. He didn't disapoint me. He walked me to the bedroom so he could show me the view from there and it was just as impressive. I could feel an itch comming on that there was only one way to scratch. He faced me and started to unbutton my blouse and I unbuttoned his shirt exposing his chest and I started playing with his hard nipples. While I was playing with and kissing his nipples he unhooked my bra and my boobs fell lose. I was starting to get excited now and quickly undid my skirt letting it. " And we'd be taking these things off one at a time?" pressed Helen."That's my idea though I need to check out the location before I can say anything for definite." And when are you going to run this dare?" asked Natasha's mother. I pictured her frowning as she contemplated her diary in her mind."I'm not sure," I said. "Rosa has her sister over from the States and may not be free until she goes back. If she can get away I'd like to do it on Sunday but it all depends..." I'll speak to Rosa and. Stockholm?” The video was the bullseye that the Zulu Society needed. Mr. Stockholm broke down in tears, kneeling on the floor. “You win. You have the control that you seek. All of us will cooperate.”As the months went by, the word of the Zulu’s successful breeding of the eight mature wives spread throughout the west coast, and local housewives were sneaking into Malibu to give themselves to these large cocked Black men to be bred. All of it was videotaped for the Society’s personal.