“Come on then what are we waiting for?” Frankie replied standing up and grabbing his hand.As they walked out of the coffee shop, Bob held his hand...aloft as he flagged a passing black cab, the black cab stopped and he practically dragged Frankie inside, indicating to the driver where they were going and clicking the privacy screen in place he pulled Frankie into his arms as his mouth met hers their tongues flicking against each other, his hand up her skirt.“Fuck you are not wearing my trophy,. Then you can do anything for the next two nights. She agreed. I pinched her boobs and we slept.Then we reached our resort in the singapore and checked in to our suite on the beach side of the resort.Then after taking some rest, I said to my wife, “If you want to enjoy two big black cocks, then you have to be my slave tonight and make your master happy”. My wife said nothing and instead, she came near me and knelt down. I understood it was her yes. I told her to address me as ‘Master’.Our little. Matt had arrived, so we hooked up and played througha couple of scales and chord progressions together as a band. Even thescales got applause (admittedly somewhat drunken applause from two orthree guys who'd been there for a while), which was nice.At eight, we launched into our first song, to much cheering and singingalong. Many of these guys had been young when our opener had beenreleased, and the bar's patrons loved it. We played for only a half-hour,but by the end of that we were as drunk. I picked him up and hugged him, butgently. Then he did something that surprised me. He licked my hand withhis sandpaper-y tongue. This very nearly set me off again. I really hadto get a hold of my feelings; this was getting ridiculous.Mary was sitting in the living room observing all this and not saying aword. Her face betrayed her. To say that neither of us had a poker facewas something of an understatement. We wore our hearts on our faces, onour sleeves, wherever! She waited until I came back.