The thing with Dawn and Devon is they have never gotten along. So they flashed a fake smile to each other an then started to fight for my attention. W...hich I loved. I have always like being the center of attention, no matter who it was from. Devon said, she didn’t feel well and went home. Dawn an I sat down on the couch an was thinking about just staying at the house and watching movies.I went and took off my tight jeans because they weren’t comfy. I slipped on a pair of cotton shorts and sat. It must be the cold, I told myself, even though it was fairly warm inside."So, you fucking white cunt, why don't you just give it up and open those legs for me and your wimp husband over there can watch the show!" he aggressively ordered as he held her down, his black cock leaking precum. She simply turned her head stubbornly away from him and crossed her legs as if to deny him entrance.With a loud laugh he pulled her legs apart and put the tip of his cock at the entrance of her tight white. I wrote the incident off and continued our day with out discussing what i had seen.The day finally came, we spent the previous night packing, I had a bit of fun because, as per our deal, i had final say on what she could pack. My rules were simple: 1. Miniskirts only, nothing within 6 inches of the knee. 2. Only one non-pre-approved micro-bikini was to be packed, (i had ordered three sets, a black one, a white one, and a red one made of fine fishnet). and 3.Including shoes, no more than three. "Baby, go into my desk will you and fetch me my little black diary?"The shootings had done nothing to diminish her blatant sexuality, even with her damaged face and shaven head, she was gorgeous, she looked over her shoulder at me as she walked into the house and flipped her skirt up over her sexy little bottom,"Will there be anything else sir, whilst I'm about it?" A bottle, two glasses and if you happen to know a simple minded female who fancies a knackered old man, will you tell her that.