’ ‘So as I was saying.’ He spoke suddenly, a bit loud this time. ‘Some debts can’t just be repaid. And then forgotten like they never happen...ed. Like when you broke that gal’s face up in Red Mesa…’ The black man took on a lost expression. He sat there muddling over what his captor had said, and a look of dread fell over him. He remembered that night, but he also remembered much more that had happened that same night, and was struggling to decide if the man in black knew, too. In a terrifying. His moans continued."Susan, I have to get off this ladder before I fall off." He said.I grabbed a half used rolls of paper towels and went to my knees as he got down off the ladder. I slipped the paper towels under my knees to add a little comfort. Shawn walked towards my waiting watering mouth. I could see that the saliva on his cock was glistening in the dim lights coming from the light fixture Shawn had been working on. "Let me see your tits." Shawn breathed. I willingly unbuttoned my blouse. She saw me grinning and asked me what happened? I told her everything that happened, by the time I finished she had a stunned look on her face. We both looked up towards Meena’s balcony and saw her standing there smiling at us. I waved out to her as she gestured us to come up. I winked at Asiya and the two of us went up to Meena’s place. Meena asked us to sit down and went to the kitchen to prepare coffee. Asiya seemed a little pensive, I put my hand on her and asked her to relax. Meena. Isabella’s amazing body and quick mind were the result of a significant amount of “cross pollination”. Half of Isabella’s genetic bonanza had been contributed by her Parisian raised French father Philippe Bloom (a Sorbonne educated PhD. genius in molecular biology). The other fifty-percent of her genetic material was a present from Isabella’s sultry African American/Spanish mother (the original Isabella Bloom, a well known TV Spanish cooking show host). The tangled multi-ethnic roots of this.