By the time she probed my labia, I was in such a state of tranquility that I eagerly accepted it as part of the sensuality of the experience.I was tot...lly at peace with my body. Every muscle was utterly content. Then Pearl told me to go to level. As calm as I was, I slipped in easily, my eyes already closed, my mind already in a state of bliss. I vaguely felt the masseuse lifting my legs off the table. "Try to keep them raised," she commanded. I held them in the air, then she continued, "Good.. Here darling, I want you to be the first to share this with."She pulled out a large three ring binder that was over 3" thick. "It's my diary. I've kept track of all the times I've had sex since from then to now. This is very special to me, and as my husband, I want to share this special side of me with you."I was speechless.I followed her explanation of the codes and numbers in the diary. In the span from age 15 to 24 years, 9 years, she's been with 400 different men and had sex over 3,500. He has to piss, desperately.I held his shaft firmly and leaned myself down over him again. “Hey.” I whispered. “It’s okay, I get it.” I explained. “Just let it go.” His eyes flew open, and he immediately shook his head no. “Why not?” I asked quietly. “Look around. It won’t matter. Just do it, you’ll feel better.” I pleaded. He looked at me again with an expression that asked me if I was sure. I nodded affirmative. He pulled my head down to his shoulder again and he let out a relieving sigh.. "Loan me a thousand, Deon," Todd pleaded. "Oh, just like that, huh? A grand, on a finger?" Deon said, leaning forward, then back in his chair. "I can give you a grand but I don't know what the fuck you got left that's worth that much. All your white boy clothes damn sure don't add up to that, not that I want 'em anyway." A few moments of silence hung over the table. "Yo Deon," said his buddy on the left, tapping him on the arm. "How about the girl?" Deon thought for few seconds, then smiled.