Rob and I watched them drink a few glasses of wine and then I told Rob I was going to make my move on the one in black. He is more a breast man than m...e so he was fine with that. I carefully walked up behind Pammy and whispered in her ear.You are the hottest woman in here, can I buy you a drink?While we were watching the ladies, the bar had turned into a dance club, and there were a few couples out getting their groove on, and I was hoping that I could get dance and grind a little with Pammy. Kelly and I had an adjoining room with Bob and Lisa. Yvonne and Daniel had a room on a different floor.This all got started at our New Year’s Eve party. There were five couples there. Tequila was playing a large role in the evening’s entertainment, which somehow led to Mexico and shortly thereafter a decision that we were all going to go to Cancun. Three of the couples left soon after the “Cheers!” and kisses at midnight. Bob and Lisa stayed.Tequila was definitely working on Lisa. I could see. Mkome brought me to his studio. In the back he stores his sculptures in a big heap. They all look the same. Some tall black god with fierce features, carved in ebony. But seen from the back they all look like a big black phallus. The large fangled head is perfectly sculpted, the shaft wide and veiny. My jaw dropped. Mr. Mkome asked if I wanted to see the model for his sculptures. I nodded yes. He then brought out of his robe the biggest, thickest black dick I had ever seen. It looked just like. ‘How to treat a dumb whore’ or something. But I’d like to say a few words for the news at eleven before we start.” He looks directly into the camera now and clears his throat. “I just want to say how glad I am to be working with these guys. You can say what you want about cultural differences but personally I don’t mind them being British at all. They are pros, the job is good, we have a few laughs from time to time and”, he turns towards the woman on the floor “and the unexpected bonuses you.