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flicked my clit with his fingers, pinching them slightly. This caused a whole other sensation that had me jerking back and forth vigorously. Just when I felt like I couldn’t take anymore, he went in for the kill and stuck his tongue deep inside my pussy lapping up all my love juices, whilst slowing kneading my asshole. I came with a force, shaking uncontrollably and before I knew it I had fallen into a deep sleep.
    The next morning when I woke up I found myself in the bedroom. Sammi must have carried me in because I couldn’t remember walking in there myself. I called out for him but there was no answer. He had already left but I wasn’t mad. The performance he had laid down the night before was enough to keep me going for at least a week and that was a long time considering how much I loved to fuck! Stretching all the way to the balcony, my pussy still ached. I had left my gift out in the balcony and couldn’t wait to try them on but I noticed something that I hadn’t spotted the previous night. The colour of the boxes looked a shade darker than that of the distinctive turquoise blue associated with Tiffany and Co. No way! I thought to myself, shaking out the doubts that it was fake. He wouldn’t, I mean who does that? I had to find out, I needed to be absolutely sure, so I took the package and the jewellery he had given me to Selfridges in New Bond Street.
    My heart pounded as I headed towards Tiffany’s concession. It’s real, it’s real, I repeated to myself. Maybe they had changed it slightly, you know, a Valentine’s special edition or something, it was possible after all. The store was quite busy and, with it being fairly small, I could see everything. I spotted an Arab couple admiring engagement rings, they looked crazily in love. I was the only black person in the store at the time and waited nervously for assistance.
    A middle aged man with salt and pepper hair came over to me when he was free. “Hello, how can I help you?” His accent gave away that he was of French origin. He led me to the counter and I pulled the gift Sammi had given me out of my bag. He immediately raised an eyebrow but didn’t say anything until I opened one of the boxes.
    “This is not a Tiffany piece,” he fired back abruptly.
    I was beyond embarrassed, all eyes were on me.
    “Are you sure?”
    Looking back I realised I shouldn’t have asked him again as I just drew more attention to myself but I had wanted him to tell me so badly that he had made a mistake.
    “Yes this is definitely not one of ours, look at the box, it does not have the colour of Tiffany blue,” he said, as he held out the original.
    Words cannot even describe how small and low I had felt as I hurried out the store. I had been twenty then but every time I thought about that incident the wound was still as raw as the first time, it cut deep.
    I needed to release my anger, writing was my therapy. I picked up my diary and began to vent. Money over everything! That was my state of mind. The pages of my diary knew me better than anyone. My diary never spoke back and thus never judged me.

Chapter 4
    I arrived at Tyler’s home as arranged. He was stunned when I told him that I was coming to see him after 11pm but, to my relief he agreed nonetheless. I needed to feel him now more than ever, especially after the argument with Jasmina I had to release some tension. It didn’t take me long to get ready. I had a quick shower, pulled my hair back in a messy chignon and threw on the hornette playsuit I had purchased earlier on that day. My body was lightly scented with Victoria Secret’s ‘Love Spell’ body butter. I didn’t want to go overboard by spraying perfume because if things went my way, like they usually did, there would be a lot of licking and sucking. The last thing he needed was the taste of perfume in his mouth. Tonight I would bless him with my natural scent and leave the taste of my juices lingering on his tongue.
    Personally I did not see the