" Okay so he kisses me. I resist a bit. He tells me how sexy I am. Are you sure you want to go on with this?"I told her I did, turned on that she was ...icking up on the story."I hesitate and he feels my tits, I tell him not to do that. He challenges me telling me the only reason I am not doing that is because he is black. I tell him that is not the case. He says to me what harm is there in a kiss."I could feel my wife getting wetter by the moment as she continued to talk."He kisses me harder. Pam had been unfaithful to her husband once. They hadhad the best sex ever, when she had told him. But shewas never sure. She still wasn’t.Thomas answered the door. He was as tall as Norman. Hewas also a deep, deep black, almost blue. He smiled alovely smile. “Welcome,” he said. “I’m Thomas.”Norman shook his hand. “I’m Norman. This is Pam. Thanksfor having us.” Thomas laughed. “My pleasure. Or, atleast, I hope it will be.” He led. "Come in, come in" The woman encouraged. "Welcome to Number 1 Storey's Gate — or 'The Dungeon' to its inmates" she laughed. In the light of the flickering globe David recognised his welcomer. "Miss Ive, a pleasure to meet you" "Ooo, aren't you a saucey one!" she simpered as he took her hand and kissed it! "My mum warned me about you Yanks. You can call me Ruth."David had met Ruth two days earlier, when she had come to the American Embassy to confirm David's appoinment. Her looks were nothing to. It's nice to have these things dealt with so efficiently." It's no problem. Oh and what was the other thing that you said you wanted to discuss?"Erica was quiet for a moment as if thinking. "Ah. Oh, yes. Well if you're coming over we can deal with it then. I just want to check that you've digested the contents of that guide properly. It shouldn't take us more than an hour if you can spare the time."George gulped. He was anxious to experience Erica's dominant presence again but still concerned.