Attached was the video of me,but it had been edited. None of the parts where he had forced me werethere. All you could see was me dressing myself and ...hen begging to suckhis cock, begging to play with myself and it really looked like I wasenjoying it. Also attached was a list of all the contacts from my phoneincluding numbers and email addresses.The email read:Emma,I hope you have recovered from our little meeting the other day, but aspromised, it's time for you to think about your next visit.. He thanked me for making Wick available and for going the extra mile. Those are the kind of phone calls I'll take any day of the week.We had heard no more from the Ventriss family and we had the letter from their lawyer outlining the agreement to cease and desist. Nothing was coming back from the customers, so we assumed that little exercise in harassment was over.That evening, Fiona walked into the kitchen, took a large, red marker pen, flipped the calendar to July, and circled the 14th. She. She removed her sunglasses, and set them on one of the steps. She smiled widely at me, with the cutest dimples I’ve ever seen on a woman, and looked at me with hazel eyes. I was getting the impression she wasn’t done yet. She tilted her head to the side, still smiling, and moved the orange material around her chest to expose her bust. I was very impressed with them; even if they weren’t the best I’d seen, they were still very nice. I wanted to take one of them in my hand, groping it, feeling it. “Oh yes, baby! Fuck your little white bitch,” she begged.“Oh yeah!”Erick wasn’t incredibly turned on by the racial stuff, but the sex was good. He pounded her fluffy derriere like the dime store whore she was dressed up to resemble.“It feels so good, daddy,” purred the senior citizen.“You’re a little slut, aren’t you?”“Yes. Yes I am,” she admitted.“I know. And I’m fucking you like you’re a whore!”“Oh my god! Yes! I’m a white whore for your big Black cock!”“You like big Black cock, bitch,” he.