She was happy and I was happy.A week had passed and it was a Friday. Helen was well rested and I could sense she was ready for some more black cock. I...did leave for work and on the way in stopped to get a cup of coffee.As luck happen I saw the same black man whom was eyeing up my wife which really brought everything into the open to begin with. He was drinking a cup of coffee and he did spill some on his shirt. I could see he was not having a good day.I went up to him and asked him if he needed. Reznikov hadn’t given him any indication of what he’d need to say to the men guarding the warehouse to get inside, although apparently, they were accepting customers. The auction was tomorrow, so he had a window, but not much of one. One option was to just buy her and walk her out of the building. That left the other girls behind, but hopefully, he could have Andre do something once he had actual proof of what was happening. The other option was to get hold of a weapon and shoot it out, but. May I ask why you’re wearing… that?”“You don’t like it?”“It’s not that, it’s just that you are usually in a T-shirt and sweatpants in the mornings.”“Yes, well, I thought it’d be a fun birthday present for you,” I said, forking a stack of waffles into my mouth.“I’m not sure if that will fit me,” he said with a smirk. I laughed.“Well,” I said, finishing my bite, “then maybe I could be your present.”He gave me a soft smile. “Aw, that’s sweet hon. You’re the best present I could ask for.” I smiled. My wife tells her to go knell in front of the machine and back up close to it. My wife tells me to give her a hand to get it started.I get up and walk over towards Tracey with my cock hard and pointing straight out in front of me. I move up close to her and look at her bent over body on all fours. Her asshole and pussy looking very inviting. My cock is only a few feet from her two sex holes but as inviting as they look they are not for me. I grab the fake cock and slide it once then twice.