That particular evening the old lady seemed to be everywhere that I was and I finished up dancing with her two or three times. Another odd thing that ...vening, was that whenever I did dance with the old girl -- to be polite -- Marie would turn up and come to my rescue.And yet another odd thing was that both Stephanie and Marie kept on pumping me --somewhat nervously -- about what the old girl and I had been discussing. I told them that it was nothing important because mostly the old girl had. I now watched as my whore wife took hold of Ed's cock, "Want me to suck your fuckin' cock lover" she said to Ed and Ed replied, "Fuck yeah baby" "Suck that fuckin' cock you fuckin' white whore" he added and Carmen bent down and into her mouth went his cock. What a fuckin' turn on this was, watching my whore wife sucking on another man's cock in front of me, taking his cock deep into her mouth and throat while playing with his balls. I knew right then Carmen would forever be a whore for. When Mr. K. summoned me to breakfast at the Plaza, I spent so much time with my hair and choosing what to wear (I settled, finally, for a dark suit with slim pants) that I was almost late. I knew that being late was not an option, not with Mr. K. He greeted me, as usual, without a smile. And then, over coffee, gave me “good news and bad news”. The good news was that he would accept me. But the bad news was the condition. My husband had not only to give his consent, in writing, but had to “be. I let out an exasperated sigh, “Goddammit Raphael.” I walk past grabbing his hand leading him through the doorway into the steam filled room. He has my lips before we make it to the shower. The warm steam feels good against my bare cold skin. He grabs me by the wrists and backs me up against the glass door of my shower kissing me, deep, yearning for more. He switches taking my hands to each side at shoulder height. His kisses descend from my lips to my neck, across the top of my shoulder, down.