”Diabla, her tits still on show, led me up a wide stone staircase and along a passageway to a bedroom. It’s windows overlooked the land in front o... the house towards the woodland we had walked through. Diabla kissed me. Her mouth was wet, warm and amazingly inviting. I was wearing a blue dress that had buttons from neck to hem and a white belt and she slowly undressed me without interrupting the kiss. The dress open, she pressed her tits against mine and ran her hands over my thighs and then. She fucked me real good. When we were done we dressed and sat down and had a drink. She told me she had always wanted to fuck me and that I was her first black cock. I asked about her husband and she told me she had three other men and two women besides her husband she fucks on a regular basis and he knew about them, they have an open marriage. Her husband knew she would be fucking me today. Wow! I would have never guessed all this about this woman. Then Alice asked me if I could help her. Chanel No. 5, it’s my favourite, you’ve been sniffin’ a lot of ladies, you didn’t have to make it so obvious. And he took a step back and looked at me, it was the most sincere look any man had ever given to me. Listen lady, I don’t know your name and I don’t want to know either. Tomorrow I am going back to London to marry a girl my parents have chosen for me.I will do that because I respect them. Also, I had never been in love with any woman before I met you. I don’t know whether it’s love with. ’ My voice was steadier than my head, which was in a turmoil. He held my gaze for a few more seconds, eyes stormy but unreadable from where I was sitting at the back of the room, before he turned around and continued his speech which had something to do with modern architecture and the second world war. I think. If someone told me a few months ago that Brandon Chase was teaching architecture at Columbia, I would have laughed. Even though its just one semester– whatever’s left of it, that is–.