He had Faythe open the door to the bedroom suite. It was still dimly lit. Willow’s form was just a swallowed up lump in the double sized king bed. Jerome whispered to his wife, “baby… sugar… I have special news.”<br/><br/>The dainty Hindu rolled over and looked at her husband. “Oh dear one you wore me out last night. Must I be up so soon,” answered her bubi.<br/><br/>He sets the tray down and opens the drapes, “dear you have a morning treat. I brought Faythe with me.”<br/><br/>Willow sits up and her sheet falls to her lap. There sits the beautiful exotic dark skinned woman. Her breasts are glorious full with dark large nipples. She is not in the slightest embarrassed. “Oh good morning child. So welcome to our little bit of heaven,”  she smiles<br/>