”Claire looked up at the handsome six-foot, five-inch black man supporting his weight above her submissive white body, and I think this was a moment... of incredible significance when Claire took another big step down the path of giving herself to Jason.Claire’s words were incredibly prophetic, and if I had even a tiny doubt about whether or not she knew I was watching, that doubt was smashed into a million pieces in the next moments.Gazing up at the new man in her life, Claire finally answered. I moved my fingers around her vagina to feel her wetness.I was moving my fingers on those pussy lips while slowly making their way inside. She was all wet down there. She started shivering uncontrollably and hugged me harder. I finger fucked her hard for the next fifteen minutes. Her pussy was dripping of her juices. Her nails were digging into my back.I felt some patches of my skin coming off slightly. Sensing that it’s getting too much for her, I held her hand and made her lay down on the. Most importantly, getting drunk with Frode was something that almost normalized our relationship. Or maybe it was just the fact that he enjoyed seeing me miserable the next morning. I was quite certain that Elise understood what I did and why, but she never said a word about it.Besides those weird things happening inside my head, the other things went quite smoothly. I was gradually figuring out - or merely remembering and recognizing through hard work - those mathematical tasks given to us.. The Whitcombs or more likely, Mrs. Whitcomb, invited me to a small luncheon at their summer place on Cape Cod. There was a morning train that ran down the cape where guests would be picked up and driven to the beach house. An afternoon train would take us all back to Boston in time for dinner. I knew the service well since I owned thirty percent of it.The summer weather was fine, with high clouds and a soft offshore breeze keeping the air cool enough even in the sun. Several people had brought.