What else was there for me to do? On the weekends, I helped with Sam's subjects in math and business. Other than that, things were the same; no sex an... tired all the time, but I knew that I could see a faint light at the end of the tunnel. Little did I know that that light was the damn train that derailed my life, rather than the end of the tunnel.Things progressed well, or maybe not so well, but we got through the days; and I slept the nights next to my wife. Then Sam's birthday came up on the. Helen decided each womanhad to model one lingerie outfit for the others. Scottie wore purplepanties, with matching bra, see-thru cami, black stockings, and 3" blackheels. The outfit was selected by the owner. All the women were amazed. Afew forgot Scottie was a guy. They all laughed when Helen said, "Scottie,if you wear that for your stripper he would takecare of your itch all night." Instead of being embarrassed Scottie said,"Well, I need someone to last the night and the morning.". He explained that Mara and he had already done exactly that earlier the year before with an African man (about my same age), but in Kenya. They shared with me a photograph of Mara holding an unmistakably dark skinned newborn as it fed on her silky-smooth looking, and ample-sized breasts, and smiling down at the baby as it did so. I was instantly excited to see that.Tomas told me a little about the father of that baby; that his name was Omar, and that he was from Zambia, that he was the husband. The fact was that I couldn?t get out even if I wanted to? Another sound of a button hit the wood floor as it bounced and rolled to a stop. The truth was, as frightened as I was, I was enjoying it as she cut the final button off my shirt.She opened my shirt up wider with the edge of her blade, first one side, then the other. She traced the blade over to my left nipple and lightly ran the point around it. ?shhhh?? she said as she slowly glided the blade over to my other nipple. Slowly, she moved.