She slowly went up and down over the same breast never taking her eyes off of me. Despite my feelings of unease, I couldn't help but admire her smalli...h breasts. Finally I roused myself as from a trance, apologized for disturbing her and quickly left the kitchen with a sandwich.I had trouble going to sleep that night remembering that hard nipple and Sarah's slow sensual manipulation of her breast. I was aroused by thinking of it and felt my cock grow harder. It had always irritated me when it. I scanned the exquisitely appointed women’s restroom. It seemed empty. I took a deep breath and exhaled slowly to calm myself. I was about to take my dedication to Mr. C to a whole new level. I stared into the mirror at my reflection. Was their truly nothing I wouldn’t do for this man if he asked? He didn’t really even ask for this. Not really. There had been a hint but I had followed it and made the offer myself. I could easily just left the hint hang. My fingers moved to the. " Get out!!" Laura screamed hysterically. "Get out of my house right, now, you... you... Goddamned..."George ignored her spluttering, and calmly reached over to refill his cup from the coffee pot Laura had brought in, adding a healthy shot from his leather flask. He was going to need it before this night was over!"Now calm down, Laura," he finally said. "Calm down, and we'll talk about this like two adults." There's nothing to talk about!" the young wife hissed furiously, "I'm going to tell. Jamal kept showing Muhhamad new pictures this other guy kept sharing with him. The woman (apparently very young---23 years of age) was unquestionably one of the most truly beautiful women (white or black) that he had ever seen, but that is what kept Muhhamad doubtful that this was anything but a joke; a tease. Why, he would ask his friend, after he'd studied the photos intently, would this other guy, the husband of this beautiful young white woman, want to share her with someone like them?Jamal.