She said do you think you can handle watching me with someone else I kissed her and told I trust our relationships. During sex we would talk about how...we would find some one and she would have sex with him. She would cum so hard when we talk about it. So one day we went to go eat during my lunch break and my car broke down we called our towing service but they said they would be 2-3 hours. So while I was waiting I saw a Repo looking tow truck I waved him down and I asked him if he tow us to our. Guilt was felt, so for a few days after that, I did my best was to avoid them. Texts and calls were received from both Colleen and Sal. I ignored them, but of course, Sal knew where I lived. After three days without hearing from me, he paid me another visit. We had sex a couple times and he told me he'd see me later. Later that night, with my hand in my thong, a knock at the door came. As thoughts that it was just Sal came to my head, I answered the door in that matching set. To my surprise,. Where is it?’ She stared at him, mute. Just being around him made it impossible for her to think. She shook her head slightly, she didn’t even know if it was to clear it or just to deny what was happening. Who knew how it had started? Amanda and Vincent had worked together. They’d gotten to be friends, and then close friends. He’d always had a rainbow of women in his life. She’d been married. Safe. Close. Business. A humorous comfort to each other through the work day. They helped each other. Mistress..." I breathed. "My roommate at the dorm." Denise?" Stacy smiled. "Yeah, that was her name. Do you think she'd like Mistress Lucy?" Everyone likes me." Lucy chuckled."I don't know." I made a little face, lowering my eyes."What is it?" my mistress asked and I had no choice but to answer."Denise, uh..." I licked my lips. "She doesn't like, um, black people." She's a racist?" Lucy asked and I nodded. "A real one?" I..." I shrugged. "I guess so, Mistress. She calls them, uh ... Niggers..