The name of the nightclub is 'El Gato Negro', which translates to 'The Black Cat'. The place is a hangout for black pimps and their ho's. Lester isn't...a pimp; he's some sort of city bureaucrat, but likes to play at being a gangster.From their previous dates, Tina knows Lester enjoys showing her off and doesn't get uptight when his friends fondle and even fuck her. Tonight, she tells me, she's hoping to end up with one of the pimps. I ask her if she wants to belong to a black pimp.My cock gets. " Eric stared at her in surprise. Still stunned, Eric watched his Mom get up and walk towards hisroom, only to come back a moment later with his book bag in her hand.She smiled at him, saying "Wish me luck," then she smirked, adding"Mom." Chuckling to herself at that she finished with "Good luck to youtoo. I'm sure that you'll handle things here just fine." With that, shewalked out the front door, leaving Eric all alone. After staring at the door his Mom had just left through. .He had to admit he wasn't good with unscheduled time. He much preferred to have a schedule or routine, or at least something on the agenda for the day. It was one of the reasons he did so well at work: someone told him what to do. I should have lined up some tours, he thought. Made sure I had something to do besides lie here.After a quick doze, he woke to find the sun had lowered a bit and he was thirsty. After a languorous stretch, he pushed himself off the chaise and headed to the beach. I forgot that you were here.”“Hey, it’s fine with me. I’d rather see than a good-looking guy in shorts.” As she spoke her gaze traveled over my body, pausing just long enough on the growing bulge in the front of my shorts to tell me she found it very interesting.“Coffee?” she asked, getting to her feet. “Sure,” I said, sitting down. “Thanks.”As she got up from her chair and moved toward the kitchen, I got a look at her gorgeous ass. The well-oiled movement of those beauties as she walked sent a.