She sighed and leaned back against me. I nibbled on her ear and said in my softest voice, ?I put something on the bed for you. Why don’t you go in...there and see what it is. I’ll finish getting the boy ready and be back in a moment.?She looked at me with a perplexed look, but nodded and went into the bedroom. I went and got our son ready and told him to go to the van, that I was taking him to school today.When I went back to the bedroom I found that Christie had found the bag and had. I opened the door to see a young black man standing there. I trusted her judgment, so I let him in.She walked up to him, unzipped his pants and dropped to her knees. That's when I saw his monster cock. I knew then why she invited him tonight. I have always been turned on my seeing another man fuck her, but seeing his cock made me hard. I loved the contrast of his dark skin compared to my wife's very pale skin. I loved hearing her moans and screams with every thrust. I loved seeing how. Oh, well; we live in skeptical times. My card—"Carlton Sumner, Dowser Extraordinaire, Lost Valuables a Specialty"—tended to evoke that kind of reaction from all those people so pompously certain of their own ability to distinguish between hawks and handsaws, which is to say nearly everyone. I hated it, but I was used to it. Anyhow, this job was pre-sold, or at least I hoped it was, and I could let someone else carry the ball for once."What do we have to lose?" Monaghan asked reasonably. Not. But since our conversation during the thing in Uongo, I haven’t really thought of her as “The Lady From the TV,” until I realized that’s who I was seeing mugging for the cameras and acting like she was about to take a freakishly large bite of something, or tossing back another drink with wild abandon. Giving the tabloid photographers exactly what they wanted as a martini olive whoopsied its way into her cleavage and laughing it off with queenly disregard, as she plucked it out and ate it with a.