I began to search the Internet in earnest. I discarded the ones who claimed to use hypnosis and other hokey ads. Finally I made contact with a "Madam ...onique" who said she could turn any white husband into a pussy slave within weeks. I got in touch with her and she said she was booked for months in advance, but after seeing David's picture, she agreed to meet us in a bar in about a week. It took another long session of me as David's Black Momma to get him to agree.I was very nervous and excited. . sorry? I just, well, at least in Jersey, I knew people and could relax, you know? Tonight was about image and being seen so I had to be on.” she explained with a shrug.I just grinned at her. “I’m from Chicago where dressing up means you wear your new White Sox hat to the bar to watch the game.”She just grinned and reached into the mini bar, grabbing a bottle of water and offering some to the rest of us.Before we arrived, we talked about what to expect. I let her know that I had no intention. Even though this was a much longer drive to get to, we had already decided that at least once a month or so we would have to come back to this rink. Eventually we headed home so we could get Mandy’s present wrapped.Rosie saw what we had gotten Mandy and thought it was an awesome gift. Mandy was still over at Peggy’s house, and would not be back until 6. “And trust me, she is more into skating I think now than even D&D. When she asked if she could go with Peggy on Thursday, I reminded her that. Her blonde hair was tied back into a pony tail. She accessorized with matching gold and onyx hair clasp, ear rings, necklace and a loose fitting belt. On her feet she wore elegant gold sandals. She wore just enough makeup to suggest maybe she wasn’t and her perfume suggested she was a woman of class. Kerry was in stark contrast to my smart but casual appearance of CK jeans and open necked white shirt. I told her how beautiful she looked. “It’s all for you, darling brother,” she whispered in my.