The dress itself was simple, a black form fitting sheath with a deep slit up one side revealing lots of leg and thigh while both the neckline and back...ine dipped low revealing cleavage in both front and back. The matching spike heels completed the ensemble.The door opened and Gwen’s smile faded as it was not Andre who answered but rather a tall handsome black man.“Do I have the right address? Is Andre here?” she asked.“You do have the right address, but Andre won’t be joining us tonight. Won’t. "The door closed, and we heard the men laughing as they went to the next slave cottage. I patted Becka's back and kissed her gently on the cheek as she collapsed beside me, shaking, actually laughing."I had 'nuff for now, mistuh," she said, pushing away my probing hand and standing quickly, finding her dress and pulling it over her head. I stood and watched it roll down over her wide hips like a tide."Later?" I asked, sitting on the side of the bed, my hands on her ribs.She smiled up at me.. I fantasized about him at home, while masturbating with a broom handle penetrating my butt.By now I was visiting the “Rooster Club” Thursday, Friday and Saturday nights.Thursdays was Drag and Karaoke night, Fridays were techno/rave nights and Saturdays were awesome 80s nights.I started noticing a pattern, Thursday night Luther comes alone and doesn’t on Fridays but on Saturdays he brings a mate.On one particle Saturday night I notice friction between Luther and his mate.They have words and his. " There is a problem there..." I began."Yes, Lexie. You are a boy, I have worked that out, even if my dozy, selfabsorbed mother cannot see beyond the end of her nose." Ohh..." Don't worry, most people would not notice without close scrutiny. Andyou have been very sweet to me since we met, so I won't drop you introuble anywhere." Michelle put a reassuring hand on my shoulder."No trouble, apart from wanting me to kill your ex-fiance, or mentallytorture him?" Yes, apart from that. But what about.