It rang again. I walked downstairs, finding that Victor was not at home. As I moved, I noticed my pussy was very, very sore…Paula was at the door, s...miling at me…“Paula, about last night, I…” I said, but she put her finger in my mouth.“It was cool, Anita… I loved the way my black man fucked you…”“You need to be quick, Ana. Jamal will be here in one hour…” She added.She said I needed to clean up myself and get ready for him; because he liked his white married sluts clean and presentable to be. ‘Do you know the date?’ ‘Ummm, February something,’ I responded. ‘Well yes it is. In fact,’ he said, ‘it’s February 14th and you know what that means don’t you?’ Still a bit foggy from my excesses of the night before, I just shrugged my shoulders. ‘Okay, then let me enlighten you by asking a question.’ ‘Go ahead,’ I allowed. ‘Will you be my Valentine?’ ‘Oh, Valentine’s Day,’ I giggled. ‘Do they even celebrate that here in Bali,’ I asked? ‘I don’t know, but we’re going to celebrate it. I want. You were on location with the crew of Sports Illustrated swimsuit shooting for their latest issue to come out next February. Who was laughing now? For starters you were on a paid trip to San Juan, Puerto Rico a beautiful island in the Caribbean. Most importantly though, you were interacting with five stunning supermodels on a day to day, even minute to minute basis. Being the make-up guy, one of the few on the trip, you had to make sure they looked perfect before and during the shoot. If that. “Fine I’ll get in touch with her during the coming week.”“Okay.” She said smiling. Gregory picked up the card from where he had placed it and left the kitchen leaving Margery staring at him as he left. When Monday morning came, the first thing Gregory did was call up the number on the card.“Alisha Powell Agency, how may I help you?” Came the voice when he called.“Yes, my name is Gregory Miller and I’m looking for a decent three bedroom house.” He adjusted his voice several times while talking..