“So, where are we going,” she asked.“Something’s bothering me. How did our message go so wrong when we called. A guy identified himself as an ...BI agent and even told us Rollins wasn’t available. Yet there is no one named Dillon assigned here, and they had no idea we were coming.”“I’ve been thinking on that, too. It just occurred to me, the guy didn’t mention Rollins until we asked about him, and then used gender neutral terms until I said ‘he.’ I don’t think they knew who Rollins was. If I had. Just a few skilfully drawn lines preferably on a plain background, that implied in the viewers mind, the beauty of the subject. My trouble was, that I could rarely afford to buy any of those pictures to take home with me and admire at my leisure. I’d soon be very broke, if I got into that game. I liked far too many of them to chose just one or two to purchase. Then at an exhibition one evening,after I’d lost track of Arthur when he’d latched onto to a very affluent looking female, whom I do. .. not around the house. I looked further tossing aside panties which I didn't like and held up a pair I didn't know I had."Where did these come from?" I asked myself holding the intriguing panties up.They were red and lacy with a small but solid triangle in the front and a thin string in the back wrapping around to a thin waistband. What made them stand out was the opening in the middle of the triangle piece which covered the crotch! The opening was long enough to imitate the length of a. He stroked my hair and watched me pleasure him until he got close to cum. Then he pulled me up by my shoulders and pushed me against the sliding glass door. I put my hands on the glass and felt him entering me from behind. My face and tits were pressed against the sliding doors and I could see my passed out husband on the bed as that black bastard pumped my cunt from behind…Soon he wanted us switch positions again, as he lay back in the lawn chair and watched me as I ground down upon his hard.