This was an all white neighborhood, and he was a black man. What if the computer program Jerry raved about hadn’t worked? There was no answer to his...ring. Feeling nervous but hopeful, Louis pushed open the door. ‘Mrs. Weston?’ he called out. ‘It’s Louis Field. Your husband Jerry asked me to come by…?’ Getting no response, Louis stepped in and closed the front door behind him. He was in the foyer of the large house. The computer was in the den, off to right of the living room, Jerry had told. The only doors on this floor were those of the law firm directly in front of us.“How are we going to do this?” Roy asked from beside me.“Let’s just enter and ask to see Randolph Stevens. We’ll save the warrant for a back up in case we have any trouble,” I told him and the others.“Sounds like a plan,” Carry agreed, and Chuck just nodded, as we moved toward the entrance and opened the glass office doors. The interior was nicely carpeted and had dark blue wall paper with narrow vertical red. Billi Jo waved and smiled nodding. yeah… hes alright. she answered. a door shut as another opened. just alright?! he moved to her where were we? Daniel said pulling her skirt up and caressing her buttocks as his mouth again caressed her ear. oh yeah, my turn. he said. Billi Jo obediantly knelt between his thighs and began tugging at his cock. her hands stroking him into her plush mouth, as she sucked and licked the thick head. The head of his cock reminded her a lot of their grandpas, though. The tension between us that had been building since our play on my bed evaporated but nothing was said for days. Our relationship was as normal as it had been for years. That lasted 8 days. On the 9th afternoon I found some blindfolds on my bed with a note tucked under the elastic band. I unfolded the paper “Your turn, put these on then come to me.” My prick expanded with just the thought of what 'Your turn' might entail. The blackness over my eyes was complete so I felt my way from my room.