He was all charm and wit. She had expected a letch, an old man with greedy eye. Instead, he was younger than her parents. About 35, of course, he was ...black. But not like the other Africans she had met, the domestics; the airport staff; the shopkeepers; and the eagerly aggressive shoppers who had been so quick to goose and grope her. Her nipples tingled when she remembered the black hand that had cupped and caressed her breasts before her mother had quickly come to her rescue in the airport. She. Just me and my bitch havegot some things to work out."With all my travails, my anxiety and fear, now Tracy was going to punishme yet again? Why did she have to torment me in private? All my pent-upemotions came bursting out of me and I cried and struggled against theropes and finally collapsed in frustration silently weeping with my chestheaving. Tracy was standing over me looking down at me. She seemed to beenjoying my struggle. "What would you do if you broke free, Greg?" You're right, Tracy.. ------------My mind was racing as I flew home. What a trip. I'd never been fucked with so much intensity, over ten days, like I was in China. What a slut I was. I had enjoyed every second of my trip.I wasn't disappointed when I got home, and shared all the details with Ken. He fucked me like a dog. I was a dog. A slut and a hot-girlfriend for sure.I had a meeting with John as soon as I returned to the office. He wanted to know how the trip went. All I could do was smile and say, "I think. Some brilliant guy showed the Boss his “get rich easy” plan and the Boss decided to give him the loan. The amount was huge and the idiot put everything up as collateral, his house, his company, the designs of his plan, his family, ya know standard stuff everyone puts up as collateral. Well the “get rich easy” plan of this guy failed miserably and so I was sent his information and I got in touch with him regarding recovering the Bosses assets. The amount I needed to collect wasn't even that bad.