“Best I take care of you now.”“Yes,” I say. “That would be best.”Still with his arm around me, he guides me through the dark end of the ki...chen and into a hallway that feels heavy with dust and the slow tick of an unseen grandfather clock. Ahead, a closed door is lined with a faint orange glow. He opens it to a large living room, dimly lit by the embers of a dying fire. Ancient sofas line one wall, and on one of them lies the dozing bulk of a huge Labrador. Its great blocky head raises, regards. In the back I could see a bunch of well dressed boys, posing as men, boasting about huge deals they had closed and hot girls laughing silly and getting wet underwear of admiration for these yuppies. I guessed some pussies would get filled PDQ if these boys know what they were doing.There were some older men having a nice beer after a round of golf. You can always tell a golf player by the checkered pants that they wear and the lines never match at their bottoms.At the end of the bar I saw a. You were supposed to meet me for dinner a half hour ago and now you are going to have to take your client out. What the hell am I supposed to do while you flirt with your client?’ She paused for a moment and then added, ‘I tried that. They won’t give me another key because I don’t have my id with me so I can’t even sign my dinner to the room.’ She paused again before continuing. ‘Fine. Maybe I’ll flirt with one of these horny businessmen and get him to buy me dinner. Of course, he will expect. My own body was betraying me like my husband's was betraying him. His cock was rock hard as he got fucked... my cunt was sopping wet at the thought of that black cock being inside me.He pulled back out, again gave me a look, and this time pointed to the floor in front of him, making it clear his earlier words had been an order, as he slammed back into my husband's ass... I mean cunt, as he asked, "Do you want to see me fuck your wife, Jackie Girl?" Oh yes, I'd love to see you blacken my slut.