Another time, he called on Claire and there was a large, black man behind the counter with her. “I’m glad I told you my secret,” she said. Indian sex I’ll take that as a compliment.”
“Oh yeah, it’s a compliment.”
Claire briefly pictured Lonnie on the beach that day: The broad shoulders, slim waist, flat stomach, his muscled thighs, his tight, sweaty running shorts. I said okay, because my husband always played golf on Sunday afternoons anyway.”
“Help you with what things?”
“Choosing materials for the study groups, stuff like that. How he juggled them, I have no idea.”
“Do you know where Claire is now?”
“Staying with her parents for a while, as I understand it.”
“Do you have a phone number for her?”
“No, I don’t. —-
Lonnie had a lot of clients around town, and many of them knew each other. With a solid grip, he began slamming his cock into her at an angle, forcing it way up in there.
