I came to surrounded by blurred images that slowly resolved into three concerned faces. Nathan was holding my hand, ‘Are you okay, Midnight.’ Blea...ily I answered, ‘Think so.’ ‘Do you know where you are?’ I glanced around, ‘Yes. I’m on the floor.’ Nathan helped me to stand up and sat me in a chair that Diana pulled over from by the table. Arnold poured a coffee from a thermos flask and offered it to me. I took a sip and then screwed up my face, ‘Blergh!’ Arnold asked, ‘What’s the matter?’ ‘You. “You remember that afternoon in Paris when you went to the Louvre. I said I’d changed my mind and didn’t want to go,” Em said. “Yes, Em,” Ambrose responded, this time with a laugh. “What about it? I had a good time that afternoon. I always like to revisit the Louvre when I’m in Paris. Did you have a good time that afternoon?” Em looked down at the table and then raised her eyes to look him straight in the face. “I did, Ambrose.” Ambrose raised an eyebrow. “Well are you going to tell me about. I need you to be home in case he has any questions,” he said firmly. “Okay, I’ll just get notes from a friend. I’ll be here, no problem.” Thirty minutes later a full size truck pulled up with ladders and toolboxes mounted in the back. He sat in his car for a few minutes before walking to the door. When I answered the door a scruffy and slightly over-weight black man stood before me. He wasn’t very attractive, but he had a kind look to him. “Hey, you must be Dave’s friend. I’m Samantha.” “Yes,. She blubbered and wailed in delight, her stiff tattooed cock bouncing off her belly with every skin-jiggling thrust, her supple breasts turned to blurred globes of motion. The people cheered her on as she was dominated, and she basked in it, reveling in a side of her sexuality that only I could unlock. I fucked through her tight clenching insides, buried my shaft deep into her delightful filth, and panted into her ear until my breaths were cries, and my cries were screams. She suddenly arched.