I don't remember her surname, or even if she mentioned it. She said she worked on security for Rehome Deliveries." Right. I'll ring them and ask for h...r."Justine got her phone out of her handbag, and looked up the number for the firm. Getting through, she asked, "Can I speak to your Security person? She is called Ruth something or other."She was asked to hold, while the person answering the phone made enquiries."Ma'am, the person you want is Ruth P ... sorry, I am not supposed to say her full. The stakes and crossbar were chillingly obvious, and Myra saw that they dominated Bonnie's attention."Looks like you got it ready for me," Bonnie remarked tightly. "Seeing as how I'm it."Myra tensed; she heard the antagonism in her hostess' voice and wondered if Bonnie were working herself up to calling a halt to the whole experiment. But Ward appeared capable of soothing his wife. He put his arm around her and squeezed, planting a light kiss on the top of her head."Got butterflies in your. The mild breeze made my summer dress billow and the humidity made the halter cling to my breasts. I was happy, here I was walking with my hubby as other men were looking at me with lust desire; but deep inside I knew that during that week there, I would fuck a well hung black man…My girlfriend Helena had recommended me that Jamaican resort at the beach, telling me she had come here last year and had been fucked by four different black guys during a whole week. And the best part, her husband. The girl turns around and gets down onto her hands and knees and the guy steps forward, dick in hand. He finds her vagina and sticks it in, grunting. The girl gasps and arches her back.I laugh. There’s no passion, no affection, just two actors trying to make some cash. I turn off the TV and pick up my phone, recalling something my friend Bianca said about a certain app—was it Red-Dit? After some searching, I find what I think she was referencing and download it. After making an account, I try.