”“A whore,” another girl sneered.“A dyke slut!”Lee shivered, her shoulders hunched, her cheeks flushed. She had been harassed a lot since Mo...day. And I knew she was wet right now. I could tell. Those flushed cheeks weren't out of embarrassment but lust. She was such a fucked-up slut.“Come on, flash that shaved snatch you're so proud of,” Carmelita sneered.“I don't have permission to,” Lee answered.“Permission. What are you, a sex slave?” I laughed. “What guy would want to touch your diseased. “Ohhh, why didn’t you tell Mom? She would have given hot water massage or applied some balm?” I asked, concerned.“She was ready to leave. I didn’t want to make her cancel her program.” He said and got up from chair and limped to kitchen to put his plate in the sink.“Wait, you go and relax, I will clear the table and bring hot water to massage” I told him and helped him to the bed. As I was walking away, I was suddenly conscious of the wet patch in my nighty made by my flowing and shameless. He was sitting there talking to the waiter and bragging about the date he had with a white woman. He said that someone had just given him her cell phone number and that he had called her and made a date for Thursday evening at 8:00 PM. I was over joyed. I couldn't believe my luck could ever be so good and my cock was already hardening at the idea of seeing this black stud fuck my wife, but it almost seemed like my luck might be too good. I had devised a plan. I would tell my wife that I would. As we walked in the hostess, who I recognizedfrom her traversing with Jen in the hallways at school looked up at usand smiled at Jen. What I didn't know was that Katie also knew her. Theyshared three classes together."Welcome to Max and Erma's, how many in your party?" Asked the hostess,who was wearing a white button down shirt and a pair of black slacks,her long brown hair was tied up in a bun. She had a name tag pinned towhose name tag read 'Amber'"Four," Mom said smiling. Amber grabbed four.