. I don't know. There's no real reason to see you until it's over, but I can't believe she went a whole week without going to see Mr. Shelby. Have you... thought about contacting Mr. Rodriguez to check on her?" Yeah, I've thought about it but then I may have to explain other things. He'd have questions about things he can't know. He knows about the two of them, I'm sure if something happened to her he would make sure Bob was told. So if he hasn't called Bob then we have to assume that she's okay.". What you look like? “I’m about five foot ten,” Jeremiah lisped. “Dark skin. Weigh like one thirty-five. With a bubble booty.” “Yeah dat’s wassup, bitch. You really wanna be a nigga’s faggot?” “Yes sir!” “I like tha way you say dat shit.” “Thank you! What’s our name?” “I’m Kon.” “Cool! I’m Jeremiah.” “Look, you mobile,” inquired the thug. “Yes, sir,” answered the horny batty boi. “Dat’s wassup. Can you send me some pics of you?” “Sure!” “My email is [email protected] Do it now. I’ll call you. “You are awesome Sarah,” they both tell me in the afterglow.A few days later my man is still away when Jillian emails with some naked pics of James, the huge muscled black man I watched fucking her on the video screen and asks if I would like to meet him. “I told him all about you Sarah and your insistence on oral sex only. He really is keen to meet you. Would you like to have him while I watch? Even better I could lick you while you blow him. Does tomorrow work for you?”When I arrive James is. The beer is working, I am getting a good beer buzz on....KNOCK.I put my beer down, walk to the door...who the hell is this at this time..."oh, Hello Deb," the neighbour is standing there, cold bottles of beer in hand and and a glassy look in her eyes. tipsy...not drunk."can I join you,,," she asks, "Of course, if you share the beer, even more welcome.. it too hot for bed so I am on a mission to get drunk enough to be able to crash out, have a good night?" yes," she replied, " nothing too.