He picked up the other glass and drank- Jameson. She remembered, he thought with amusement. Ripping open the envelope, a card key. Hotel Le Marais, si... blocks away by his calculations. Inside, a note in my handwriting - room 347. **** I walked into the night New Orleans night with that secret smile still clinging to my face. I wonder if he’d come. I hope he would. ***The hot chicory coffee and the beignets smelled heaven-sent when they arrived at the table. I sat the Café du Monde, enjoying the. It was the same room that he had showed me earlier that week. I was the last to enter with my friend, and everyone was lined around the curtained walls and our priest was seated at the throne at the far end of the room. The lighting was dim, only candles lit the area. I was introduced as a new member, with my friend Dale and our priest personally vouching for me. I stood in front of everyone, my Cock fully erect, and told all present that Priapus was my God and that I wanted to spend the rest. Students dress casually at school because that is the norm, yet these same students will dress much more provocatively when they go out to a party.’ ‘Fair enough,’ Madison agrees, before adding, ‘but the stereotype you just created is not race based.’ ‘True,’ I conclude, ‘but the end result, even in this faculty, is that as one of the very few black professors, I feel it is important to dress the part.’ ‘Even though your husband doesn’t?’ I look up, as did my class, unsure who said that. Unsure. Above your lips stands your clitoris, proud and erect. Your cunt glistens with your excitement as your juices shine from the light from the dying embers. Your rear cheeks curve delightfully, and my hands are magnetically drawn to touch them. I feel the softness of your ass. As my fingers separate your cheeks, prying your sex open to my probing gaze, a bolt of lightning washes the room in a quick burst of white light. In that second, all your beautiful and private secrets are revealed to my eyes.