Going back to the table, I noticed that there were about ten black guys, dressed nicely hanging around the bar. I asked what was going on and one told...me that this was a whore bar and once the music started they would circulate and dance with the women. They each had a band on their wrist which indicated their price for an hour and the size f their cock. His showed $100 and 12 inches. I returned to the table and did not tell my wife what I had learned. The music started and a black man came to. She wanted to live a different life, a life withriches and wealth.One summer she came back to Tallahassee for a wedding of one of her collegeclassmates. She met Steven that week at The Moon, a Tallahassee night club.She lied to Steven about being single, and she invited him to be her plus-1.She saw that he was a up and coming lawyer who was going to make big money,and she knew he could provide her with the material riches that she desired.Martha told her husband that she wasn't going back, and. "Come to my cabin tomorrow after breakfast," she said. I smiled and nodded and then she walked off. I opened the door to my cabin and collapsed onto the bed straight away. The guy I was sharing with barely noticed me. He was in his bed on his phone. I fell asleep very quickly.Breakfast the following morning was uneventful. I sat on a table with some other people and didn't see Stacey anywhere. After we were finished I rushed straight to Stacey cabin. I knocked on the door and waited."It's. I thought I would like that. My dick almost leaped at the thought. In too loud a voice I said, “I’ll do it.”“Shush, be quiet,” she whispered.Trying to be quiet I whispered excitedly, “But I will. I’ll lick you where you pee and maybe…I don’t know…but maybe you could lick me.”“Tim, let’s not talk anymore.”“But Liz, I want…”She cut me off with, “If you don’t shut up, I’m going to leave.” I lay their quietly but I could not fall asleep. I thought of licking and being licked. When I heard.