I assumed it was Beverly but, not being sure, I moved cautiously across the room. The door was slightly ajar and from my angle I could see the huge mi...ror on the wall. I was appalled. There, sitting on the commode seat, was Beverly. Kneeling in front of her was the stripper from the club. I couldn't believe it. The stripper was licking her, her long tongue buried in Bev's womanhood."Lick me bitch," I heard Bev bark out. "Eat my pussy you goddamn slut. That's it cunt, eat Bev's pussy."I could. "Good", she said, "I can always do with the extra income, and please, call me Wendy. I like to be on first name terms with my 'ladies'"."Okay Wendy it is", I said, "when would be convenient for you to come round to discuss details"?"Well how about now. I can be with you in twenty minutes"."That would be fine. See you then", I answered and hung up the phone. God, what was I doing. Did I really want Wendy to start cleaning for me. Did I want to be one of her 'special' ladies. What the hell, I. “Mr. Allen, we’ll need you at the station tomorrow morning, but I need a quick run down.”I told him what happened and what was said. Then surprised him. “I’ll have a copy of the audio from the time my wheelchair was jostled and pushed sideways and then the video from there out as I turned to face the three amigos. I’m wearing a body camera. You might tell Officer Williams about that later. I don’t think he likes me right now.” The young lady giggled again. I turned and looked at her. She. ”And then the bimbos were pulling me through the Presidential Suite of the Ritz-Carlton to one of the bedrooms. Their hands touched me, stroked me, like they wanted to make sure I wasn't hurt or anything. And their touch felt wonderful. My body responded. The last of the stress of the night melted free.I was back with my family. Frank and all our naughty bimbo wives.They pushed me down on the bed, their bodies pressing against me, lips kissing and tongues licking. They were like a hungry pack.