Looking briefly up from my work, I once again marvel at the wall next to me. Row upon row of my little friends, all neatly organised by shade and bran..., each in its own place and precisely labelled.But there’s a slight issue, I’m ‘colour blind’. Meaning I’m only really sure of bright primaries.It has some pretty major disadvantages, the worst for me is not being 100% certain which shade is green, red or purple! If these bad boys were all chucked into a heap, I’d have a nervous breakdown, no. Didn't the grapevine tell you?" I led her to the lifts, and up to the seventh floor."This is normally the visitors' lounge," I said, opening a door. "But since we won't be having many visitors thanks to all this extra security, they've converted it for me."They had. During the afternoon, they'd converted it to what Mike Bradbury called, in rather poor taste, 'Jack's Passion Palace'. The drinks cabinet was still in place, but the sofas and armchairs had been moved from the centre of the room off. The second slave now moved down and gently parted her legs, and parted her pussy lips with his tongue. She was on fire, as he licked her clitoris, making slow patterns with the tip of his tongue. She was writhing in pleasure and excitement to be serviced by two black men at the same time was always her favourite fantasy. She reached out and took the first slaves hand and directed him to straddle the chaise langue, once he had done this she eagerly started to lick the tip of his manhood. I asked her what she’s wearing tonight. When she told me and it wasn’t the bib style dress I asked her to bring it with her so Carol could try it on.I heard the big smile on her face when she laughed and said, “Great idea! I keep telling myself I’m going to wear it. But I don’t have the nerve.”I sat down and turned the computer on so it could boot up while we talked. I hung up the phone and checked the website to see if it’s still up and if the pictures from last night are posted there. It was.