Credit card receipts, change, and pocket knife all went into the little tray on the washing machine, then my wallet. I ran my hand into my left hand p...ocket and pulled out the girls panties. I brought them to my nose and inhaled. Her aroma was so intoxicating. I placed them on the machine and ran my hand in my other pocket. I felt a napkin. I did not remember putting it there, so I pulled it out and opened it. A smile came across my face as I read the note. My lover must have slipped it in my. .The next hour seemed to last forever, I’m not sure I was at my best, but the punters didn’t seem to notice. Mind I was still getting a distraction.Laura was being plied with drinks by Romero, she’d found herself a seat, just to the left of my booth, where she sat on the other side of a table. I expect it was too many Malibu’s she’d had, but after a while, I could clearly see the white of her panties under the table.I saw her wave several times when I looked her way, but I couldn’t be sure. Steady his nerves steel himself for whatever was going to happen. Worst case scenario an unexpected cock up his ass and a smile on hubbys face, best case scenario anything but the latter.'Nah fuck it, I've been in worse situations no need to steady myself'. Dan the fucking man the legend in his own lunchtime, yeah minor scores in the dirty dawg stakes but nothing as spectacular as this. Cautiously he tippytoed up the stairs knocked on their bedroom door which was wide open. Hubby was now. He insists that i shave and dress sexy for him. I have attracted many of the largest black cocks this way. They want a sexy femme gurl to take their big manly cocks. Its only natural. It turns me on to get all smooth and girly and put on the cocoa butter. Its a ritual to prepare ones white smooth submissive femme body for contact with rough thick black cock. He sends me a text. He's on his way. Oh the butterflies. I get them everytime. Like a teenage girl in heat. That's how i know im in love..