Next day, we started packing our bags and boarded the plane to Goa. In the plane, everybody was looking at my wife. She was looking very beautiful and...dressed very well. She had put on some jewelry which enhanced her beauty. While on the plane, I saw a black man probably an African who was constantly looking at my wife. He was around 50 still tall and muscular with thick lips. When he saw me, he smiled and I smiled back. When my wife saw him he smiled at her also but she didn’t give any. "I changed my mind, no lawyer just get me out of here," he said."Good choice," I agreed.After the cops had gone and before the nurse put more dope in my IV James said, "Eastern European, those Russians have long memories." Not a priority at the moment. Wake Jennifer up and get her the fuck over here," I said as I drifted off to sleep again."Max you wanted to see me?" she said waking me from a dreamless and painless sleep."Get in touch with Vlad. Tell him he owes me and it's time to pay up. Then. Michael put his hand on the top of my head and gave me an extra push. My mouth slid down and I took the rest of him in my throat. I gagged a little but I knew he was about to cum. His cock was throbbing and my lips were at the base of his cock. He let out a loud moan and started filling my throat with his seed. I gulped and swallowed, milking his cock; I wanted it all. Finally, he relaxed and I knew I had drained him off all his cum for now. We lay back and talked about how we’d missed each. Women were putty in his hands, including me. (I was married to someone else at the time.)My husband Mike was young, attractive and ambitious. A nice guy in all respects but totally inadequate for me sexually. A brief affair with Paddy resulted in the first climax of my young life. When his ship left Port I quite literally followed him North, I left my husband of two years without even a backward glance. Through the shipping company I traced Paddy back to a small flat he owned up in Liverpool,.