. . . . but . . I am good at giving massage myself” I stammered.“Oh really” he smiled. His white teeth teased me as I wanted that mouth there a...d then.“I could give you one in my room if you want”“that would be great” he said.That was now 10 minutes ago and I was waiting in my room for Carlo, I had music on and my heart beating, not knowing whether he would turn up and not really knowing yet where this would lead. Was he gay? Was he bi? Was he just after a massage only? Then he knocked on the. I had a lot of information about Georgia. Social Security number, no good. Address, no good. Name, middle name, last name, father’s name, no. Phone number, no. I clicked on the password hint button and got ‘Future paradise.’ Hmm. Georgia was looking forward to a future paradise or to becoming a future paradise. What would future paradise be?I absently typed in the address in Savannah: 431Duffy. Nothing. 431DuffyLn. I was in. That was almost too easy compared to what I had to go through to get. I may have mentioned before that my father went out of his way to ensure his people have every comfort that he had himself, which resulted in everyone’s room being large and well furnished.I got a good look at what a family of seven lived in, and if you excluded the closet they called a bathroom, their entire living area space was no bigger than my own bathroom back in my parent’s mansion. I have to say though the place was spotless and well organized, but I had to step over two kids playing in. What can I get you to drink, sir?"Her smile told me she knew exactly where my wife currently was and I instantly wondered how my wife had set up such a moment. I stammered, trying to ignore the growing pleasure down below, "Um-um-a rum and coke, Samantha." Sure thing, stud," she replied with a wink. Any last wondering if she knew was now gone.My wife took my cock out of her mouth and peeked from under the booth, "Could you make sure to order a couple of appetizers." S-s-sure," I responded and.