We're well-off, as you can see, wealthy by most people'sstandards. No reason for either of us to work. But Mindy needs structure.She's not comfortable...with lots of free time. I love doing what I wantwhen I want to do it. But not Mindy! She's just the opposite. She getsall anxious with difficult decisions and too many choices. She likesthing kept simple. She likes it when I tell her what to do. And sheactually enjoys maid's work. Hard to believe, I know... The repetition ofit... the boredom.... It soon arrived, but as I was getting on, a large manstopped me. He pulled me aside, and down the street a bit."Ginger! Where have you been? I've looked all over town for you, and nowI find you at this hotel? What have you been doing. And where's mymoney?"With that, he grabbed my purse and started going through it. When otherpeople looked our way to see what was going on, his angry glares madethem move on.He soon found the several hundred dollars I had with me. He took it outand counted it.. I thought to myself "Did I really just suck that black man's dick through a glory hole? Oh God, what a slutty thing to do! I can't believe how big that thing was. Will I ever do anything like tha–" Just as I thought that, I heard a knock on my booth door. Startled, I pulled up my pants quickly and answered "occupied!" A low voice responded "I know it's occupied, but I wanna come in and deal with that white cocksucker in person!" Oh shit! It was him! Rock hard, I opened the booth, let him in and. The voices were a man and a younger feminine voice screaming at each other. This wasnt entirely new, I had heard them yelling before. Mainly the man calling the younger voice a slut, the younger feminine voice calling him a fat drunk lazy prick. This time was no different. Except this time, the door burst open and the bearer of the younger feminine voice came stomping out. She was easily my age and very pretty. Flaming red hair, pale skin dotted with freckle with almost a tomboyish figure. He.