A couple of months after I found the dirty stuff on the Lauras PC and memory stick and the messages between her and the New York fire-fighters, she suddenly out of nowhere announced that she and her mate Sammy who she liked to snog in pubs for drinks were going to New York for a few days. My first reaction was surprise as I knew she did not have loads of spare cash. However, my second reaction was suspicion as to why she had made the decision to go so quickly.
The holiday came around quickly and I know that she was chatting all the time to Sammy, her blond playmate about the fun they were going to have once there. The day she went off, she said she would contact me every day with pictures and updates which pacified me slightly.
On the very first night they had been away, I received a short message from Laura talking about what a great day they had in the city had with a couple of pictures of her in a lift lobby waiting to go out. In the first picture, she was wearing a smart short dress with nice shoes and matching handbag. In the second picture, it was more of a close up of her but she had pulled the front of her dress up a bit and I could clearly see she was not wearing panties as her bald slit was on display. These pictures were not selfies so I presumed that Sammy had taken them.
Then, I just had radio silence and despite messaging her lots of times, I heard nothing more until the day she was coming back when she messaged and told me that her phone had been "playing up"
When she got back home, we met at her flat the day before she was coming back to work. She was very attentive and instantly told me that she had a nice true story to tell me if I wanted to hear it. My mind, my cock and my mouth all said yes so she pulled my trousers and pants down and went to work on my cock with her mouth, her hand and some baby oil.
She said what I am going to tell you is true, but I dont want you to get angry that we put ourselves into a very dangerous situation. I told her to just tell me everything as I presumed it was going to be about the firefighters. As it turned out, it was nothing to do with them!
They had gone out and enjoyed drinking in different bars and getting chatted up by different blokes and at one stage, they were chatting to a black guy and his mate. They asked them to go to a club with them and they said yes but on the way there down side roads and back alleys, the white guy left to go somewhere else. They got to the club and the doorman let them go in and when they got downstairs to the bar, they realised that it was a club where virtually everyone was black. The guy bought them drinks and Laura and her mate started to relax.
