"Shhh - don't say anything..." and Maggie was holding my shoulder with one hand while running her other gently over my back. "Ahh - found it!" and she...started rubbing a point on my back with the ball of her hand. "You've crossed a muscle over a rib," I was told by way of explanation.Whatever - her hand was warm and soothing. Surpassingly, what had been a sharp and uncomfortable experience eased under her ministrations very quickly."Maggie - that's amazing," I said, "That's normally very. "Ted, I don't even know how to tell you this! You'd better have a drink. Or two!" "Why?" I asked. Now I was starting to get scared. Sam never got like this about women. "I told you that stuff because I'd seen that chick before," Sam said. "What is she, some mobster's girlfriend?" I asked. "Is she married?" "No, man," he said. "You still don't get it. I saw her on the "Bernie Baxter Show." "That late night talk show?" I asked. "Yeah," Sam said. "Ted, sit. Cindy had a cane she was smacking it against her hand with loud wacks."Listen up! " She shouted. For some reason she had a German accent as she gave the men instructions to line up against the wall. She walk up and down warning them that if anyone did not have a hard dick when she instructed them to have a hard dick... they would be punished.One smart-ass started to say something and she jumped on him like a drill sergeant on a parade-ground. The men were snickering but promised to follow 'deez. He needs to hear the German husband allowing his wife to do this.”“Yes,” Frank’s mouth pronounced the words without Frank’s mind being able to follow the situation. “Yes, I allow you to take Abam’s cock into your mouth, darling.”The words had been said. It was happening now.With a loving smile, Sandra’s head slowly went down towards Abam’s big, black cock. Her eyes never left those of her husband as her lips engulfed the thick head of Abam’s flesh. The contrast of her white cheeks to the black.