“Are you planning on going somewhere, Mister Lewis?” he asked jokingly. Ethan didn’t need to answer the question, the serious expression on his ...ace told the whole story.“I’m afraid that I’m here to give you my resignation,” he said, the concierge sighing with exasperation.“I had feared that this might happen, but you struck me as a reliable person, Mister Lewis. Your handling of our ... unusual situation has been pragmatic and practical thus far. I’m disappointed, to say the least. I was. She whined at the loss before being distracted by my actions. My fingers locked around the band of her small panties. I could smell her arousal already. I pulled the material away from her swollen pussy lips and off her legs. The skin of her pussy was glistening with her own arousal. My fingers brushed over her clit softly, causing her to take in a sharp breath. It always mesmerized me how much control I could have over the young woman by simply touching her most tender places. As I played. There was some peril to speaking on the phone, however. Even in our first conversation, a few days earlier, there were moments when Heather had turned naughty. I’d squelched it at once, unwilling to risk an eavesdropper on another handset. I doubted my parents would do such a thing intentionally, but still: even a brief pickup of the phone to check the line could reveal an embarrassing phrase. At the same time, I knew it was futile to try to restrain Heather. She might listen to my warnings for. Which is why I'm hanging out with Richard right now. We're both anal sex addicts. Richard like me is also black and has a penchant for domination. Like me, he also leads a double life. He's married to one of my best friends. Another black woman called Sharon working as a district attorney in the city. They have one son and a daughter together. Richard is the coach of the all-new men's and women's varsity wrestling teams at Tennyson College in Newton, Massachusetts. When we first met, I thought.