The cars outside were a few Mercedes, a really nice Audi, and this red Ferrari which I assume is her boss’s car. The party was fairly boring and I w...s counting the minutes until we leave. My wife on the other hand was enjoying herself mingling with not only her coworkers but also with the clients. As my wife mingled I was stuck at the bar trying to drink the boredom out of my system. At the bar I met this lovely young girl, she was new to the job and from my guess seemed like a recent college. I couldn't stop it even if i would have remembered not asking my wife permission to cum . and my wife told me if i made her mad she would take it out on my asshole. not my butt ......my asshole ! i was shaking as my wife began to speak. get up and get upstairs and clean that black boys cum off of you . put on something sexy.i hated when she says that because then no matter what i put on she will find something wrong and get even madder.. i thought for a minute about what she likes. she. "I sat breaking the seal and read the note, basically it told me that much as she loved me, she could not go ahead with our betrothal, as it would be such a large betrayal of her close friend Anne-Marie, especially with the loss of her father. She begged me to reconsider my betrothal to Anne-Marie, pointing out that she was assured thatshe had had amended her previous frivolous ways and was now a very virtuous lady. She hoped in that way we could still maintain our very special close friendship. As she worked out the title,her hand recoiled from it in shock. It was a copy of Fantastique, arecent copy. Her hand spun the magazine on the desk, the cover showing awoman pulling on silk stockings. She bit her lip, her ivory teethdepressing expertly painted lip and turned the pages. One page openedand she saw the hateful name "Angelique". Jim had circled a partialaddress in pencil. Deftly Juliet tore the page from the magazine andslipped it into her purse.She left quickly, pushing the key.