” Clarice came out of a room on the right. She looked harried and like she hadn’t slept in a week.“Tony! Thank god you’re here.” She assesse... what I was wearing and dropped her voice. “Yes. Nice. Come with me. Your work is in the C Gallery. Bring your attitude. Lots of it,” she whispered. That was it. We followed Clarice. The gallery was huge. There were half a dozen different rooms and the fact that my work was taking up an entire gallery seemed to have the staff on edge.“Ah, Mr. Ames,”. " I saw your big ding dong." My wife groaned. “You have the biggestding dong that I have ever seen, Marcus." My wife would never talkdirty, so “ding dong" was about all she would say, I thought."Had you ever seen a black dick, Barb?" Marcus whispered."No, yours is the first black one I have ever seen." Barb moaned."Barb pull your pretty white panties down and show me your prettywhite pussy." Marcus commanded. My wife hooked her thumbs inside thewaistband of her panties and slowly lowered them. As Darla watched Norika walk by, she inhaled the woman’s intoxicating perfume. The developing moisture in Darla’s pussy matched the dryness of her mouth, while the Japanese woman avoided everyone’s eyes, especially the four well dressed black men, all of whom visually feasted upon her. Next to come on board the airplane was a light skinned African woman in a business suit, with a short cropped Afro hairstyle, who strode proudly down the aisle. Unlike the other women on board the flight, the. Vic didn’t get the impression that Katherine came from money, however. Quite the contrary, she seemed as if she were somebody who had brought up to behave extra well to avoid anyone getting the idea that she might be little more than poor white trash. Sort of like Eliza Doolittle insisting, ‘I’m a good girl I am!’ when she found herself in the immodest position of being cleaned up by a team of female maids. Vic figured that to someone like Katherine, a young man such as himself knowing about.