”Sandra was one of my dad’s executive secretaries that I had met the day I first visited the Hamilton mansion. The thirty-something woman was the ...irst of my dad’s married employees I had met when she used her naked chest to act as a backrest for me. I had seen her a few times since, but she and her family didn’t live at the Marlfield mansion.I frowned and asked, “Why haven’t I seen that with those who live at the Marlfield mansion?”“Because they’re not in their normal persona while living. It was hard but I managed tohaul myself up in my seat. Paul and Lionel were alreadyout of the car and holding Connie up, helping her tonegotiate her way up the stairs of a big Victorianmansion. I stumbled out of the car and followed them asthey went into the house. When I stepped through the door the loud music andreefer smoke hit me like a shock wave. Someone handedme a drink and I wandered around in a dope induced hazelooking for Connie and the two guys. I searched througha sea of black faces. I wasn’t sure what exactly Jill had been drinking other than tequila. Given that the last sex that she and I had was on our wedding night itself, I wasn’t in the mood to put up with it. No sex, not even the hot, messy, steamy sex that we had that first night, which included anal, was worth being kicked or locked out of my own bedroom. The fact that it wasn’t our home master bedroom wasn’t the point. This was a serious breach of contract here and there would be hell to pay.At this point, I. She pulled her mouth off his cock, her lips and chin slick with her own saliva. She untied his shoes. He placed a hand on her head to balance as she assisted him in the removal of shoes, socks, and pants from his feet. He then stood her up and led her to the adjoining bed. She crawled on top of it and lay on her back with her legs spread wide, her arms outstretched to him. She watched with fascination as his large black body crawled between her white thighs, then her eyes fixated on the black.