As they ate they talked of the kids, and the grandchildren, wondering if they would make it up this Christmas. Thanksgiving had been nice they agreed,...nice, if a bit crowded and noisy. They agreed they could handle crowded and noisy for a few days out of the year, perhaps they’d even get a couple extra days this year. When they finished dinner, they passed on the coffee and dessert, sticking to the letter of the coupon and saving almost forty percent before the tip. Passing by the valet as they. He wondered if his Aunt had let him do whatever he wanted because he was Karen’s son.His mother now had some insidious hold over her, and Betty obeyed her without question. It stood to reason that maybe she let him get away with having at her because she thought his mother wanted him to do that. He wished he had talked to her about keeping this secret.He knew Betty would tell the truth when asked. He was hoping that no one would ask. He said to himself that no one WOULD ask because who would. I finally said that I would better take her. And Ana smiled at me.She whispered in my ear that I should better take her into the room and fuck her before those guys could do it. I offered her that the guys could join us.She looked at them and with no hesitation in her voice, she invited all of them to go into our room. Jumping outside, they followed her swaying hips guiding them into our room.Once inside, Ana sat on the edge of the bed, as every black guy dropped his swimsuit. I saw my wife’s. I didn’t have the heart to eject her. Oh, I had tried to learn her name and the best translation I could pronounce was “Dori”. That seemed to work okay with her.I had a rare wet dream, or so I thought but it was Dori sucking me off again. I didn’t complain and figured the protein was probably good for her too.The next day, when I wasn’t working, I began teaching her English. She knew a few words, one of which was “fuck” with a British accent. I wondered what the significance of that might be.