"As she put down the phone Susan wondered, and not for the first time, if just putting a gun to Harry's head and pulling the trigger wouldn't be bette... in the long run. The only reason she had bowed to Harry's blackmail threats didn't seem to matter any more. She had done it to protect her marriage, her way of life, and Barry's career. Her marriage was shot - she and Barry didn't even talk anymore and when they did he treated her like a whore. Her way of life? All that was anymore was being on. Though, pleasingthe right ones is always better.On the second floor, I step off the escalator and turn in the directionof the food court. A few seconds later, I hear one of the jealous wivescall out to the men."Hey jerks, the department store is this way."Unable to resist the urge, I glance back over my shoulder. Both of themen had started to follow me, rather than paying attention to wherethey were supposed to be heading. When they see the smile on my face,theirs turn a beet color and they. She put her boobs in my face and smeared it all over me. Her boobs touching my bare chest sent me chills down the spine. She locked her eyes to mine, kissed me deeply on the lips and went down to my groin area over the pants.She grabbed my track pants and pulled it down to my ankles. She bore an evil smile in her face and saw the camp my dick made in my underwear. She made me as naked as a newborn child and visually recording my features in her mind. I was slightly built with fair-brown. .. okay..." I said slowly, avoiding his eyes."Kylie?" My friend giggled. "Are you kidding? She's always interested in white cock!" Karen!" I blinked at her."What? You don't have to be shy about it," she teased me and I was ready to run. "You should tell the world how you feel. Maybe all those black guys would leave you alone." Just ... stop, okay?" I frowned at her. She wasn't talking about 'all those black guys' either, Karen was talking about one black guy, Rodney, and we both knew it."Tell.