When Barbra paid we went to her car (Honda Pilot). I helped her pack the grossry, then hoped in the car. We drove out, the radio was on, as we drove I...noticed the outline if Barbra's pussy. I kept staring it looked good. I took out my phone and pretend to drop it, I got a better look at her pussy outline. I don't know if Barbra caught me looking or not.15 min later we arrived at her apartment. We got the grossry and went in the building just my luck the elevators were full, we managed to get in. “So how will you fit the Count into your story.”“Well he’s not really a Count – he’s a fraud – a trickster trying to seduce a poor working girl – let’s say that this is his suite – well your suite and your maid has just poured me a drink and you’re going to sweet talk me into going to bed with you. Go ahead suite talk me as if you are dying to fuck me.”Andrew, a little overwhelmed, struggled to find the words to say, all he come up with was, “You look very beautiful my dear,” in a phony Italian. Like Adrian there was a trail of smegma all around his big helmet.Again I pulled out my tongue and tasted it. The flavor was very similar to his friend.“You dirty cunt”, Lazlo hissed. Yes I was.He pulled my head by my hair keeping me away from his cock and said, “You like some more, faggot?”“Yes please”“Convince me”, he said, offering me a chance to deserve the right to suck his mighty smelly helmet.“Please, let me lick all the filth off your cock, I will lick it all clean, please”, I. I had to wait two weeks until her next visit to her mother’s house before I could check the tapes and see what was on them. I was totally and utterly in shock. I could not believe what I was seeing. This was not the woman I had known before I went to prison and certainly not the woman I had married ten years ago. This was a complete slut and a whore. The more I watched the worse it got. It seemed like she was having sex with almost every black guy in the apartment complex. I was hurt and.