And thought. Another promise. An A to Z tour of the mall, but in a different perspective. ‘I don’t follow you…’Read on…and you will read my ...ther promise to you. Read on, and let your mind wander to another time, when we may be together in a different place… We are together in the mall. It was a long hour and a half drive – every minute felt like an hour to me, the anticipation of shopping with you. The anticipation of sharing some time with you as you do something you enjoy. Some time to be. Talking Dirty again I am asking him if his Big Black Dick looks GOOD going into my Skinny White ASS. This gets him started to really turn on the Dirty Talk. While all this is going on he has been doing grinding small circles Deeper and Deeper into my Ass.. "Can you Feel this Black Man in those Guts Yet ... Slut?" Not only is this guy a great at working his Dick in me. He is Verbal too. We Build up into a Pretty Hard Pounding on my ASS. My Dick is leaking like a River. After some time in this. Stockings, garter belt, panties & bras in black, white and red, my black corset, pink bustier, white waist cincher, pantyhose, and makeup all came out piece by excruciating piece. 2 pairs of 4 inch pumps, a pair of high heeled strappy sandals, clip on earrings, rings, acrylic nails, faux pearl necklace and earring set, and the most embarrassing thing, an 8 inch dildo. I had acquired most of the stuff via mail order since we were married. A few items I bought at the mall."Is this everything. ."Page interrupted, "Sir, I have an idea." What do you mean, like a place to stay?" Yes sir, I think it would meet our needs." Make sure it cannot be traced to Lord Blackmon financially or historically. No credit card receipts or favorite vacation spots." Lord Blackmon owns a property in San Francisco. Well, he helped finance the construction, but instead of cash he took part of his profits in the form of three condos. Two have sold but the third, the large one on the 24th floor, did not sell.