"You're going to have to catch me first, black bitch" replied Amy, cartwheeling out of reach.Ebony wore her usual fitted white leather fighting leotar...; Amy preferring nudity so there was no clothing for her opponent to grab hold.However the speed of Ebony's first lunge took Amy by surprise, finding herself slammed to the unyielding floor, leaking a puddle of slippery artificial cuntal fluids.Ebony's mistake was to crouch over Amy's face,using her thighs to suffocate- Amy fought back by chewing. Her head bobbed up and down and her breasts swayed. ‘Oh so good,’ he murmured, ‘so fucking good.’ She rose, moved forward and swung her leg over him. Poised above his cock, her pussy streaming, she slowly lowered herself on to him. Her pussy filled in the most delightful way as she came to rest on his body. She rested, impaled on his cock. With eyes closed she listened to the waterfall and his breathing. A twitch of his cock sent shivers through her body, another and she was fully aware of. They’re still together.And Bear owns the wildly successful BEAR restaurant and bar on an iffy stretch of Broadway in midtown. Where my love, Vanessa Henderson, manages the operation, buys the food and drink, does the books and is one of the most respected sommeliers in town.Her wine list, along with JJs, is ranked at the top of the city by “Wine Spectator.”So, a failing private club. A successful restaurateur and his managing director.Could love be in the air?No Brandisha. The odds are. I guess that the best way is to just say it. I got screwed by another man today."I wasn't sure that I'd heard her right, "You what?" I'm sorry honey. I didn't really want to do it, but I felt that I had no choice."I was silent, stunned by what she had said."Honey, are you still there?" Yes sweetie, I'm still here. What happened?"Nancy had gotten out of a meeting at three and had gone back to the hotel to take a shower and dress for a cocktail party that was to be held that evening. She got in.