Later another black stud approached and Ana told me she was ready for her next round fucking of the night. This time, the new black lover led her to t...e third floor. By the time I got there after finishing my glass of wine, the door was locked. Once again, I stood outside as Anita had her pussy taken and used by a black bull. But I only waited about fifteen minutes till the door opened and I could enter. Anita had this glow on her face that told me she was well fucked, and all his cum running. It was then I remembered the letter Mark had left me. I got in the closet, dug it out and sat down on the bed to read it."Dear Harry," Regardless of what you may think, I did not tell them where you were. When they called saying they had Terri, the only thing I told them was that you and Sandra had flown back East. When I got the call telling me she was dead, I decided I would find out what happened. I called all my contacts to get a lead on what happened. The information I discovered is at the. "One option would be to look fora teacher that can handle the physical aspects. There are someprofessionals out there that are trained for just that. I think thecurrently used name for them is Dominas." That wouldn't work," interjected Brad. "I am still a minor for a fewmore months."Good point. Well, in that case, there is a slightly more expensiveoption-"* * * * * * * * * *Brad pushed the buzzer and hoped someone would open soon. He didn't likebeing in this backstreet. It all reminded him too. I had gone out to a friend's 21st birthday, and it had broken up early, too many of the revellers too heavily drunk to go on. For my part, I drank steadily rather than heavily, knowing my tolerance for alcohol. And despite that had almost half a decade on the others there, I drank them under the table! They had one beer, then two, then chugged a third, their words becoming slurred, their steps sluggish. But I drank my own favourite- Rum and Coke, the smooth Bundaberg brand imported from far-off.