Once there he could just go, head anywhere, maybe someplace out west, or someplace down south.But the nervous man, full of fear at the thought of goin... to jail, made the turn toward home anyway.He took his large Dodge Ram pickup truck slowly down the road lined with parked cars. The closer he got to his house, the more his heart rate increased.You fucked yourself good this time, a voice deep inside his head said. Yeah, you fucked yourself real good. Was it worth it? Was it worth raping that. He hadconverted each of the other wives to black cock addiction, and felt thathe would be just as successful with this one. When he slid his boxershorts down and off his muscular black body, he saw how big the whitewife's blue eyes could get. He proudly took his eleven inchuncircumcised black cock in his two hands and stroked it a few times,letting the foreskin roll back away from the dark purple head only tocover it back up when his hands moved forward again. A droplet of pre-cum glistened on. " His confidence was growing. "It's not that difficult to think of these details when you've had the training in military matters." At that point he realised something he had not thought of at the time. He wasn't a fool. And he was not a bad guy, really; just a product of the Latin culture with it's tradition of male superiority. He leaned over happily and gave Carole a kiss on the cheek. "Of course, if I remember rightly, my dear lady;", he said with real respect, "it was your inquiry about. It was an even bigger surprise to Martha when she offered to buy him without haggling for two thousand credits."Send Alf round to fetch me, I'll bring the money with me," said Jacqui.Martha did just that, but she was determined to remind Jacqui that she hadn't seen a bent credit since letting her leave and that the account now stood at seven thousand, excluding Grant's purchase price.When Jacqui was shown into Martha's office she said, "Sorry, Martha. I noticed today that I haven't paid you for.