It was late and I dropped my research and quickly dressed for dinner.Once again, I made every effort to put forth the best impression; suit,tie, Rolex... class ring and even cufflinks. It was a short walk to therestaurant just east of the square. Called "Mista", it was a smallfamily Italian restaurant; a lovely choice.Even though I was 10 minutes early, Karen was already seated. The Ma?treD walked me to the table and my host rose and extended her hand as Iapproached the table."Mr. Pope, I am. I have Krispy Kreme donuts," I said."Oh God my favorites, I have bacon egg and cheese biscuits from Hardee's restaurant," he said. "Those are your favorites." Damn let's try to avoid doing this again," I said laughing."You mean stepping on our dicks?" he asked."Or whatever the equivalent is in our case," I said in agreement and while laughing."Fair enough, and this is the best coffee I have ever had," he said sipping my special brew. After a moment to contemplate the coffee he added. "How do we. I could only take small steps; but I managed to go downstairs.A while later I heard a car pulling into our driveway. Both black men came in and I said that my wife was waiting for them upstairs. They opened their eyes in surprise, as they saw me naked and with my thighs tied and closed.I locked the front door and went into the kitchen to fix some snacks.Just as I entered our bedroom, both guys were on the bed with my wife, each sucking hard her nipples. I stayed there, watching as my sensual. ”Bert’s ears pricked up, the thoughts of skimpy bikinis came to his mind, bursting little breast buds, tight little bum cheeks. “Another booking?” he asked casually. “Yes, pity you didn’t get the rooms finished like you promised, but I can put the girl in No .6 and the father in No .10, so please make sure everything works, you listening to me Bert?” “Yes Dear, don’t start, I’ll get onto it now,” he replied getting up from the table.He ambled along to No .6 and looked in, not much needed doing.