The time when neither of them had well-paid jobs was also the time when house-prices were low enough that they might have been able to afford to retur... to the housing market with their current income. Now they were once again in proper salaried employment the elusive goal of home ownership receded once more. But at least there was little chance of the flood waters seeping along Balls Pond Road.Monica was transferred from her school in East London where she'd belonged to an oppressed minority by. She had the right of prima nocta with every black stud brought into the club. She would writhe naked on top of them and push them to the limit, furiously milking their big black cocks with long strokes of pussy and screams of ecstasy until their balls exploded with fresh seed, coating her innermost temple with an offering of potent ebony sperm. Then she would get under them while they proved to her that they had the stamina and endurance to please a hungry woman, the power to place her into. The pleasure I was feeling, which usually only came from my cock, seemed to be coming from my entire lower body. My legs tingled and occasionally twitched involuntarily. The deep, deep pleasure that my swelling prostate produced was almost too much to handle. Krissy was driving me wild; there was no way I could hold back much longer. But somehow, Krissy still refused to let me cum. I nearly blew half a dozen times whilst she finger fucked me and swirled her tongue around my cock, but she always. I could see confusion on her face."Just ask me what you want to ask me," she said. "You didn't mince words yesterday so don't mince them now." Are you having an affair with him?" I asked. There. It was out in the open."No," Elizabeth said loudly and firmly."Does he know that?" I wondered. I related my impressions from our meeting the day before. I had first seen Paul Scarborough at Lauren's preliminary hearing. It was the first time I could recall hearing his name mentioned in our household. I.