It was bigger than her apartment. It was huge. She snooped around Devkumar’s personal possessions picking up clothes, photos, and books. Then, she s...w it, the diamond cross. It was enormous. It was beautiful. It was dazzling. Afraid to touch it, she had to feel it. She knelt before it and touched it with the tip of her index finger as she blessed herself. ‘Devkumar,’ she whispered. She couldn’t help herself. She wanted to pick it up, hold it, and wear it, if only for just a second. She stopped. "Lost your panties, huh?" he shook his head and drew his lips into a thin crease. "How'd that happen?" I don't know," I swallowed and looked down. I couldn't help it."How many boys fucked you, girl?" he demanded and his voice was just a growl."Um..." I bit my bottom lip."Look at me," Daddy said. "And don't you tell me you don't know."I brought my blue eyes up to Daddy's face quickly and I shivered so hard that I almost let go of my skirt, but that would have been bad. My blonde hair was in my. It was a bit boring…I was missing so much my beloved hubby… or better I should say, I missed his nice hard cock and the wild way he used to fuck me…In the evening, after some boring meetings with customers, I finally had some free time for me. I went down to the hotel bar and ordered a drink.Beside me at the bar was a gorgeous young black woman with beautiful long black hair and a tight top that showed off the most amazing cleavage. We started to chat, drinking and flirting with each other.. I knew it was impossible, but even the discussion of whether or not we should meet were exciting. Did I dare go through with it? My nights were filled with the same anxiety I had felt when he had not called. Finally I resolved my problem. I told him that if he wanted to meet me it would be at the Hampton Inn in Arlington on the 23rd, less than a week away. Now the phone calls became filled with ‘what ifs,’ and passion. We both knew the possibility of disappointment, but he wouldn’t allow it to.