When he got home that evening, he would write a letter to Mr. Chinetti and one to Mr. Ferrari, apologizing for his abrupt departure at Monaco. He woul... ask if he could help at the US Grand Prix which was being held in Sebring in December and ask if there were any promotions that he needed to do.He didn't write the letter that evening when he got home. Alice was still there but Suzi was gone. Alice had been crying."What happened, Alice?" He asked as he sat down on the couch."Suzi and I had a. .but a little scared of how big your cock is. Will you take it slow...please? In fact, can I touch it? I don't think I'll even be able to get my hand around it. Look at that fat sucker."She was probably right. Not because I have the fattest cock but her hands were tiny. They couldn't hide her tremendous boobs in the least. Shit, her arms couldn't even cover them. Which was why she just stopped trying. Especially since I had her legs, one ankle in my free hand and the other on my hip causing her. I claimed we could not take the cruise on the next week and then he told me that I could go alone by myself. I still could enjoy it.I took my hubby to the airport and some hours later I boarded the ship.By the third afternoon on board, I was working out in the gym when I spotted a tall, handsome black man in his forties, who was lifting weights. Like me, he was dressed in tight workout clothes, but as he was sitting on a bench, I looked over in time to see a rather impressive mushroom head was. Tentatively, he reached out his hand and cupped my breast. As I leant against the tree. I moaned involuntarily at his touch. ‘You like that.’ I smiled, and nodded. ‘You’re quite the slut, aren’t you?’ I nodded again. ‘I have been thinking about you ever since I saw you with your boyfriend earlier. I wanted to fuck you then, and I certainly want to fuck you now.’ I promise, Master, I still didn’t say a word. Though I suppose, since I didn’t shake my head or scream, he probably felt encouraged..