There were a few glances, a few lingering stares, but in the daze of morning, it seemed that people weren't all that attuned to anyone else.That led m... to coffee, to wake myself up as well. The best look yet came from the girl at the Starbucks counter."Sexy collar," she said, sliding my change into my offered palm."Thanks," I replied, suddenly blushing.She smiled, and I noticed her own appearance for the first time. He wore a shade of lipstick too red for the morning and her lower lip was full. ”“So, the guy from the RA is a slime ball?”“Yes, he was actually a trustee of my charity at one time. I am sure he was invited on when I was more involved with business than the Foundation. My wife certainly didn’t trust him and I think he was made to feel uncomfortable in the role, to encourage him to look elsewhere. He was once an artist, John St John Parminter, now an art dealer and high ranking operator in the RA, but he is generally looking out for his own benefit as agent and. We sat down and watched a movie though I can't for the life of me remember what the movie was. It was almost 11 when the movie was over and I had a forty-five minute drive ahead of me so I got up to leave. She walked with me to the foyer of the house to let me out when I grabbed her and pulled her close to me. She smiled playfully and gasped when I leaned forward and pressed her back forcefully to the door and began to kiss her.I took my time. Our mouths glued together and me holding her. I excused my self and went to the bedroom to dry my pussy. It was then I decided I had to have his black cock deep between my legs and spewing his hot cum in me. I removed my dress and underwear. Laid on the bed and called him to the bedroom. As he entered I spread my legs and asked if I was what he wanted something to eat. In a low moan he said oh yes but what about Tim. I told him I have had black men before and he did not know.He knelt down beside the bed told me he had never seen a mound.