’‘Then tell me what you want, boss man.’He chuckled, and I heard the unmistakable sound of kissing. The talking trailed off, then stopped as the...passion became more urgent. This went on for quite a while, and I hung my head and listened intently, trying to imagine what was happening right before me. When something hit my head, I knew right away from the silky feel that it was my wife’s blouse. He was wasting little time. The blouse hung on my head for a second, and then slipped off onto the. Slowly he started pissing inside. But suddenly the elevator started moving again. This made the old janitor dick jerk wildly and it hit my wife in her mouth leaving a stream of his piss on her soft red lips. The bag full of piss fell out of her hands and all over her black skirt and stockings.The elevator stopped again. The lights inside the cabin were out for some long seconds. When it came back, all three black men were facing my sweet wife and pissing straight on her. She was still down on. You need a break."Plus, I have a hotel room," Chloe added. "It's not easy to find one during Fantasy Fest. It'll be expensive but not if we share a room. We can split the costs."Maggie couldn't help thinking that the invite from Chloe was more about money than friendship. But she needed a rest. She was exhausted after several months of travel and work -- mostly in Afghanistan, post 9/11. "Why not? I'll go," she said.Chloe and Maggie had been flatmates in New York City for a year, but they were. Rowena was not susceptible to such leverage but she enjoyed the farce and the deviousness of the foreign female.This time, she was surprised to hear the woman begin to talk of Morgana and the secret cult of which she owed allegiance pledged in ancient rituals. There was no explanation for the woman discovering her secrets other than reading them from the cards or possibly reading her thoughts. Fortunately, she did not see any danger in the gypsy woman’s ranting because her affiliation was well.