" Alice, your boyfriend is fine. He really is just asleep, but here's thething... How about you head down to my office, the night porter will getyou a...glass of wine or a cup of tea, whatever you want, and I'll dealwith this."Possibly the strangest thing I'd ever been asked to do, and the ex hadmade some unusual demands of me."I don't think so."'I didn't think you would. Do you love him?" I think you'd better leave." Alice..." she took a deep breath. "What's happening here hasn'thappened exactly. You can see all the thick veins that run the length of his shaft….a monster like that requires a large amount of bl**d. Hell, even the veins on his cock are bigger than my small white dick! ‘Give it to me! Fuck me with it! Give me that Big Black Nigger Cock!!’ With a powerful thrust of his strong hips he rams the full 10′ of Nigger Cock deep inside of you! Once more you wail as that monster pushes deep into your cervix, deep into your womb. You’re like a bitch in heat now! Your head is. We went to my place.I have a small Mews house just off Queensgate. I bought it for a song years ago, unconverted and run down. It had been a bit of a money pit in the beginning and my Bank Manager had not looked favourably on a Pupil Barrister taking on such a pile of debt. Fat lot he knew! Modernised and tarted up, it's now worth around a million. It's no palace, three rooms, kitchen and bath, as the Estate Agents would say, but Freehold houses in SW7 are as rare as hen's back teeth,. He asked to see it, but the old party had walked away, and awaited him at the rear counter. What perfect gift did he want to unload?Mr. Bartholdi lifted the divider and shuffled behind the rear counter. Withdrawing a key ring of twine with two thin keys, he unlocked a drawer below the counter and withdrew a simple wooden box. Setting the box on the scratched glass, he opened the top to display an even simpler, small silver pendant on a braided leather necklace. The pendant and braided corded.