I nodded and then she stood up and told she was going to take a shower.I sat down again in front of the computer; the couch was sticky and wet from my...sexy wife's sweaty outfit. I could smell her sex odor.Jim smiled to me; saying my wife was a nice piece of white meat.Then I realized my mate was also horny with my sensual wife…He added he would not mind taking a bite out of her round boobs and her juicy ass cheeks…I reminded him he was talking about my lovely wife; but that black bastard. I nodded my head in agreement, my skin crawling. “Probably drops something nasty on us.”I pulled my thief tools, rolled up in black felt to keep them from rattling, out of my pouch. I unfurled them on the floor, a collection of lock picks, small crowbars, delicate tweezers, and a pair of tin shears. I pulled those out and reached through the small gap for the spring. I took a deep breath and snipped the spring. It twanged.I flinched.Nothing fell.“Okay, it’s disarmed,” I said. I cut the wire. But hurry on back because Larry and I want to watch you and Aunt Celeste put on a girl-on-girl show for us tonight. A few minutes later she was sitting between the two dark skinned, oily brothers, in the front seat of a Mercedes 600, as they took the short trip to the familys bar. Her short, tight skirt was practically up to her crotch, fully exposing the purple, frilly tops of her nylons, as well as the straining garter straps, and plenty of succulent thigh flesh. Frankies arm was draped. The only "art" on the walls was a life sized painting of a naked woman breast feeding a small man or a boy in her bed. There was a bottle of whiskey and few tablets on the side table. I had taken a shot of whiskey but didn't touch the d**gs. I have been waiting for almost 10 minutes, and now I am worrying if I should go in an check. "I think I should go and look", a voice in my head screams. Suddenly loud music fills the room. "Ass, Ass, Ass, Ass, Ass, Ass, Ass" Big Sean begins. My head.