Frustrated, Jack slammed the final drawer back into the substandard dresser, causing it to rock back and forth on its stubby legs. Growling to himself... Jack tore into the closet next. He was digging around on the upper shelf when the phone rang."Yeah," he answered gruffly as he reached over to turn down the music."Jack," came a faint female voice, "is that you?" Yes, who is this?" It's... Margaret..." came the weak voice, "ummm... Jack I know this is a bad time but... oh shit, hold on a sec...". .." She lost herself in the moment. "Why aren't I jealous?" She shrugged. "Any ... uh ... anyway. Um, anyway, I ... oh ... figured I'm ju ... ooh! ... just going to go with the flow ... oh ... ohhhhhh, Eric." She started shuddering again, arching her back, pressing into my hands. "Yes. Yes!"Marissa stopped stroking me then, her breathing ragged. "Okay, I give up," she said, pulling down her shorts. "I don't care if it isn't special, I need this." She pulled down her panties. "Now." I started to. You seeeverything as either black or white," Dr. Dineshsaid. He was relaxed and in high spirits. "Do you expect me to stick around in thismarriage?" I questioned my wife. She sat down. Thethin fabric did not hide her hardened nipples. "I wish you would. I love you dearly," shereplied. "Then why are you being a slut?" I asked. "Because you don't know what a womanwants," Dr. Dinesh answered for my wife. "Kamal, answer me. Why have you become aslut?" I asked again. "She had found something that. I heard the Land Rover door open and I was floored. Rose walk up to us wearing only her sheer black thigh high stockings and a pair of black heels. Her tan looked great and she was nude.She came over and stood by me and the van driver looked her over. I felt her ass and made her walk over by our new friend. He started feeling her large nipples and his one hand reached down and felt her cunt. From her moan I knew he had at least two or three fingers deep in her pussy! He said something to her.