"You’ll be alright, April. Just strip and get on the bed on your hands and knees. Put your head down on the pillow and try to relax. I’ll do the r...st." She quickly followed Henry’s instructions. In the mean time, Henry stripped, retrieved the tube of anal lube, and crawled up behind April’s well rounded ass. He patted her butt and petted her bald pussy. He used his thumb to tease and excite her clit until she began rocking her hips and cooing. He then put a gob of lube on his index finger. Driving in so many things kept going through her mind, Early, John Strickland, Mr. Jensen's comments about a partnership. The drive to the office gave her time to put her marriage problems out of her mind and focus on her work.Arriving at office Susan said her usual pleasant, "Good morning," to Jennifer, her secretary and friend. Jennifer's greeting seemed off, cool in fact, but Susan thought it was no more than Monday morning blues.Susan was busy finishing a few loose ends on the Melrose. ..the worst thing I could think of was to be accused of being a racist...NO NO NO>>>>> I replied terrified of being labeled I said "not at all Robert its because I'm married... I think your terrific and would love to be with you "if" and then he finished my sentence if I weren't a Black man right? No No No I said again. And rambled on about having black friends and all the other stupid things a white person says when accused of being a racist.Now I felt I had to prove to him I wasn't a racist. She could see that both of her friends were having the same difficulties only they had much younger and more handsome boys riding their female bottoms like happy cowboys mounted on fresh young meat. She was amused by the looks of distress on their faces and giggled when they tried to hide their embarrassment. Her rider was one of the more aggressive types and insisted on fondling her all over with his claw-like fingers that apparently had much practice in such matters after years of travel on.