There are no more laughs, no more mood changes, always serious, it’s like she hates me. David keeps saying, ‘she’s ok, we’re just busy with th... presentation’. I asked him about her clothing and he said she refused credit for the expenses. I’ve been sending her flowers, don’t know her favorite color yet but I learned she loves roses. My delivery boy hand delivered and waited for her response. ‘I love roses’ she exclaimed as she saw the 15, different colored bouquets. At least I’ve been able to. Recently she had even started to accuse Xavier of 'not know what sells in today's market', which was an utterly preposterous claim to make about somebody who 'Buisiness Weekly' called "The Man Who Sold Sand To The Arabs." After he successfully persuaded A Dubai Hotel Company to use Bermudan sand for its beach themed hotel instead of the local variety they could have used for free. This (even ignoring the scores of other similar themed magazine and journal articles) should have been enough to. This time he told me to put his jockeys on my head. I was surprised but I knew by now that it's best not to say no to a man like JJ! So I put his undershorts on my head and face, like he told me to. I was learning how to be a real man's woman!When he was naked we went through the same routine as the night that he had raiped me - including making out naked mouth to mouth, for about a half hour, with me squeezing and choking his cock while we made out. And when it came tie to fuck, this time I. "Oh, I'm sorry James. Uh... I'll see you later."She left and I watched her big ass walk to the stairs. So later that day, Bailey went downstairs to take a shower and I followed her down the stairs. I told her I was going for a walk and she said OK and went to the shower. I walked away until she couldn't see me and I crept back to the shower. Like a ninja, I walked up to the shower and peeked through the crack. She was washing her hair, but then she worked her hands to her waiting pussy. She was.