Richard had mentioned feeding his wife cards at their first game when he was setting Fred up for the blow job con. Frank's hands had all been good for...Amber at the second card game until the one that suckered her in. "My lucky guy," Amber had called Frank that night. Frank was the kindly old one. The friendliest of the four black men. Could he have set Fred and Amber up? Worse, Fred had just told him that he would be gone all weekend. Fred was an hour away from the conference when he turned. ”“That sounds delicious Sir.”While I’m putting my clothes on, he’s moving the boxes back into place. I pick up the cleaning cloth and wipe our spilled body fluids up. When everything is back to normal. He takes my hand and leads me out of the closet. My hand is on his arm, as we head for the elevator. We smell of sex when the door closes and start moving down. It’s still dark when we walk across the street to the coffee shop. He orders for us both and brings it to our table. When he sits, he. It was Ravi on the other end and he had called to tell me that Nisha had loved the massage last night and she was so horny and wet that they had a rocking session that night. He also said that Nisha confessed to him that a male touch in front of her hubby had made her hornier and that she would love to get massaged again by the same guy, but this time she wants it without the blindfold. I was happy that I was able to please Nisha and my dick got erect hearing she wanted another massage that too. Just bored." I answered plainly as I began to eat."You ... bored?!" Chris asked me as if that were impossible, slurring every word as he sat down opposite me. "Then ye s-should tot'lly hang out with us then!" With that, his head hit the table."You okay, buddy?" I asked him, attempting to lift up his hair."Yeah." he mumbled sadly. He had a tendency to be borderline bipolar when he was drunk. "I'm jus' usset." What's wrong?" I asked him."I'll never tell." he spoke into the table. I waited a few.