Bled Gold. Who is bleeding, Simon?The screen blanked and I was poised to yank the thumb drive out of the port when a message appeared on the screen.�...There’s only one person in a billion who could get here, so congratulations, Dag. Everything you need is here. Simon says, ‘Nail the bastards.’ I’m counting on you, old friend.The screen dissolved and was replaced with a directory of hundreds of files. I scanned through a few of them. There were bank records, commerce records, spreadsheets, email,. Um..." Just spit it out."The irony of that statement was something I wasn't even going to touch."Not sure how to say this without getting both of us embarrassed."She turned around; looking to make sure her skirt hadn't been tucked inside her panties or some such nonsense."I'm a nurse John, I think I can take it." Your daughter is getting to me and I need some relief." What's she doing ... Oh!" she said when she got what I was talking about. "You two aren't..." No, but I have very little privacy. No people, no light. That place seems okay to me but I feel little hesitation. That was a weekday so no people will come here he said. I felt some what relieved, he broke the ice by touching my cock over my track pants. It was partially erected. It started to grow after his touch. He was wearing a jeans. I touch his cock. It was fully erected but wanted to get free from his pants. He opened the zip, took out his cock. It was black around 61/2 to 7 inches girthy and the tip was in black color. I. I imagined me meeting up somewhere, cheating and cumming every night.I quickly slid off Kirk and took a shower, rubbing my clit as I climaxed two more times picturing myself riding a black man and cheating.After my shower, I dried off, and climbed nude into bed. Kirk was asleep.“I have to get away from that place. Before I do something I’ll regret,” was my last thought before sleep overtook me.-3-A couple weeks later, on the verge of walking out of work if another black man complimented, I.