’ ‘Yes, erm… thanks.’ Lindi answered, her head spinning with emotions of hurt, embarrassment, anger, betrayal, and a monumental sense of dread.... ‘I suggest you get hold of this Clive character and persuade him to not carry out his threat.’ Mrs. Kingston continued, ‘Unless you’d like me to get the police involved – this is blackmail, after all.’ ‘What?! No! No police… not yet, anyway.’ Lindi replied tearfully, ‘I’ll get hold of him – by his bollocks – literally!’ ‘Okay, well just try not to do. Although Canadian I have always been excited by the American Thanksgiving. As far back as I can remember it was always a day that I would suddenly be overcome with my traditional ‘cough’. I know my mother and father saw through my rouse but they played along each and every year. Even though I am much older now I still play sick or take holiday time off to carry on my tradition. It starts the same way every year. I wake up and watch the Macy’s Thanksgiving Day Parade. I just love watching those. He has no accent obviously which was a shame but Karl does have a bit of a “Yardie” twang when he wants. That was alluring.The first conversation was between me and Karl and it was easy going. The last ten minutes was with Jayne and she told him to ring again the following day after we had discussed and decided if anything was going further. With previous experience of meetings we knew it had to be face to face before confirming any physical intimacy and Jayne and I agreed that we wanted to. The feeling of rutting like a****ls out in the open and in the rain like this was exhilarating. I'd never done anything like it before. And the wonderful feeling of fucking her "cunt" was something else that made the whole experience something special.I had no idea how she'd accomplished it, all I knew was that Leila was incredibly hot, and I was going to come deep in her any second. And when she started to hiss, "Fuck me harder, fuck me like the male a****l you are hunk. Make me cum on your.