Dora had gone for a quick shopping trip in the morning. In the afternoon, she had made sure that all of the staff would be out of the house. She liked privacy so she could have her fun in peace, and she intended to have a lot of fun that day. Serena had warmly recommended a trainer named Jamal, because he had given her a good work-out. The good kind of work-out. So she had booked Jamal through the personal trainer service he worked for. She had arranged a three hour session that afternoon. It was now a little before 2 AM and Jamal was set to arrive any moment. Dora had a spacious and well-equipped personal gym. At the beginning of her marriage, it had been to keep her body in shape for her husband, but now she had started doing the physical exercises for herself, and the benefit of other men.<br/><br/>She chased all thoughts of “hubby” out of her mind when the bell rang and she smiled at the prospect of fucking a fit black man. She had changed into a skimpy little work-out outfit that showed a lot of skin. It was essentially no more than a Turkish blue sports bra and a matching, tiny pair of shorts. The aim was to show off her assets more than to be extra comfortable for a work-out. She opened the door to find Jamal on the other side and invited him in. She pressed a pair of kisses onto his cheeks in a familiar gesture.<strong>“It’s so very lovely to meet you, Jamal. I have heard nothing but good things from Serena. Can I offer you a drink? Or would you prefer to get right to it?”</strong>She let the question hang in the air, waiting for his response. He sure was good-looking, and his body was amazing.<br/>