She thought about all the times she would sit there in her living room and watch basketball games with her husband, and how attracted she was to the b...ack players. She now had a black man with nothing but a small towel on waiting to get rubbed down by her. She knocked on the door and opened it slowly. He was facedown on the massage table as she approached him, they engaged In some friendly small talk, then she asked what areas did he want her to focus on. He told her his thighs were real. I don’t need any more money. I have enough of my own. Now if the interrogation is over would you like to go see your daughters?” “No, I don’t want them to know I was here. Please don’t tell them I was here.” “You sound a little embarrassed.” “I need some time to think.” Then she got up and I walked her to the door. When she got to her car she looked back at me like she was at a loss for words.I went back inside and plopped in my recliner and was trying to figure out what all this meant when CJ. Did you know that he was in the hospital last year because he pissed off some guys at the Dew Drop Inn and they beat the shit out of him and left him in the alley? "It was the bartender who found him when he went to take out the trash at closing time. He was laying next to the dumpster half dead. He was in the hospital for a week recovering and even longer here at home until he was well enough to go back to work," she said.I listened as she told me all about life with Bobby."Yeah, that made. We stopped for her to go to the restroom and were off. While driving, we talked for a little until she grabbed my right hand and places it on her knee and slowly brings it up. That's when I felt the strap-on she had on. She leaned into my ear and whispered in a voice that gave me goosebumps, "I can't wait to bend you over and fuck you."Moving through the hotel lobby with an erection, we quickly made it to the room. When we get inside, she tells me to undress and wait on my knees at the edge of.