I wondered what use Karen might have for it.I laid on the ground, shielded my eyes and looked inside. Within seconds I found out why my wife was no lo...ger interested in sex with me. Karen was sitting on the couch in the middle of the basement. On either side of her was an athletic, attractive black guy. Karen's head was turning from one side to the other as she deeply tongue-kissed each black guy. She had her top off and was braless - her heavy tits cupped and fondled by large black hands.. .." From the back he procured a business card and handed it to me."Escort service?" One of the best. The girls are all top-notch ... great arm candy. Their rates run from five hundred to over a grand an hour..." Five hundred?" Minimum. Given the quality of the merchandise it would be cheap at twice that. We're paying you enough so you can afford it, aren't we?" You're paying me more than enough ... but don't let my accountant hear me say it." I started to hand the card back to him.He waved me. On a Friday night, I took the keys home with me so Mike and I could go look it over during the weekend. We arrived there early Saturday morning with one of our friends. He was looking for a place too and if this was too small for us, it might work for him.I didn't much care for the neighborhood right from the beginning. The houses on the street were all old and not well maintained. Some of the places were really huge though and it was obvious that at one time this was a very well-to-do area. A. "I want you to look as sexy as possible," Karl whispers in the male model's ear. "We want women to buy Flare bikinis for their men!" And then, with a chuckle, he adds, "and men to buy it for their men!" Karl's fingers slip under the elastic band, glide to the front, and gently squeeze the tip of Mel's cock... causing a slight erection. "Get your damn hand out of there, faggot!" Mel growls. "You know you like it!" Karl giggles, "Your cock is always glad to see me!" Karl proceeds to use several.