I looked over at the clock, my new tormentor, and bit my lower lip. Shaking my head, I forced myself to walk away."Too soon," I muttered. "Might not b... home."What about calling her at six?I shook my head again. No. That might be too soon, as well. She might be out jogging or running or exercising or whatever it is she does.All right, how about seven? Surely she must be done by then.I sat on the edge of the couch and thought about it. Seven o'clock. No, let's make it seven-thirty, just to be on. . . I wanted to watch her do the dirty with another guy. More precisely, I wanted to watch a big black cock disappear into her cunt over and over again real damn hard. Just the thought if it gave me a boner the size of a Louisville Slugger. One night we were laying in bed drinking wine, fooling around and watching a porn flick - a handsome, well-muscled black policeman stopped a bottle blonde slut in a speeding red convertible and demanded a blow job in lieu of giving her a ticket. Of course. .." he said hoarsely as his lips came down on hers.This was one of those dangerous kisses, all soft and manipulating. Izzy groaned deep in her throat as she reached up for more; and Daniel pulled her hard against him to show her again how she affected him."Oh..." Don't say it," he growled at her. "Don't you dare say it!"She swallowed it down and moved away her cheeks red from the passion he had stirred in her.Daniel opened the front door and stepped onto the path. "I'll see you for dinner at. I explained that if she experimented with touching herself, that she would learn what works best for her.So, I guess that what happened today was no surprise. I needed to get some reams of paper and printer supplies so that I could send off some work. I told Hayley that I'd be out for a couple of hours and that I wanted her to stay close to home while I was gone. She was watching TV and just being quietly bored when I left. When I came home, at first I didn't know where she was. I poked my head.