"Let me go to the bar first.", I asked André. He nodded understandingly. Once back on the dance floor I got applause and pats on the back of various ...uys and boys while I walked towards the bar. I gestured to the bartender who was in charge that I wanted to talk to him for a moment. "He came and stood beside me and I shouted in his ear; "If you can prevent it, then I do not want to receive free beer or alcohol from my 'fans'. I want to keep my head on straight this night. If I want to drink. We don’t even know if she is cheating on you yet.” He wrote something on his notepad. “So a year and a half ago.”“I’m not sure, I didn’t catch it at first. Seems like it is getting worse over the last few months, she’s practically stopped talking to me at all. Her business trips used to be months apart before this started, then it was weeks, now it’s a week or two at most.”“Where is she going?”“Just the North-Central region for her office, same as always. Wisconsin, Illinois, Indiana, Michigan,. The door bell chimed, but before I could answer, the door swung wide open. It was a neighbor, a large and very well hung black man and his son. He is a single father who often comes over to fuck my wife. He got to know us when he saw lots of black men coming over to visit, and sometimes saw me leaving the house with a collar and leash, and wearing a little skirt. That obviously got his curiosity. My wife always welcomes them. She loves multiple black cocks at a time, and thinks that a. . that’s where we pull out the dictionary definitions when the officials disagree with you about what a word means.” Jeremy finished.“Ah,” Kevin nodded. “I understand from some experts that the Kevin technique even works.”Amelia looked puzzled. “Which experts?” she wondered.Kevin chuckled. “Denise.”“Oh!” the teens giggled.Jeremy had been looking up terms and typing; he was done quickly and then began transmitting the article to the blog. “There, it’s posted. Want to read it, Kevin?”“Yeah.” He.