That pretty much ruined our friendship.”I made a face. “Probably for the best. She was really weird ... Anyway, what’s new with you?”She shrug...ed. “Pretty much the same old. But I do have a boyfriend. A nice one, finally.” She looked at me and hastily added, “Not that you weren’t. But you know Brian, and well, anyway. I’m pretty happy with how things are going.”I smiled. “Nice. I’m happy for you.”“And things with you and Heather? Obviously going good? She always seems so cheerful at. He needs to know who's in charge. He climbed on top of me, pinning my legs over my shoulder, 'I'm gonna fuck you like a woman.' With that, he took me. My first time. I screamed as the head entered me, unable to take the stretching and I lay there and let him. My wife lay next to us, rubbing her clit, 'That is so hot. Fuck that sissy Andre. Take him. He needs to know he isn't a man any more.' I lay there, grimacing at the pain of his massive cock as it plundered my hole.Eventually I started. " I grabbed a heavy chair and jammed it tightly against the door under the doorknob.I barely had the chair in place when there came a loud banging at the door. I hurried to the peephole and stared out. Two uniformed police and the concierge who first escorted us to the check in desk stood outside looking grim. "Bobbie," I called, "Jerk this chair away from the door." I plopped myself down in the rented wheelchair.She did as I said and opened the door. "What is happening out there?" she. One other thing to think about; do you really think she would go along with this if all she was doing here was dancing?"I looked at him, "What's that supposed to mean?"He snorted. "You saw that lap dance. She did everything but fuck him. What do you want to bet that she gets off at eleven, but dear old Norm doesn't get to see her till three or four. What do you think she is doing with those extra hours? I know what I think and I'm betting that it pays more than dancing."I remembered Norm.