Oh ... I don't know." Well, how else could I possibly look at you? You are sexy and womanly..." But my words were cut off when she squealed happily an... then quickly scooted down and took my cock into her mouth sucking up and down on it.Her wonderful oral ministrations got me hard enough and we made love again, only the intensity of the first encounter was replaced by tender affection as my body melded together in a slow, loving rhythm with hers and we came together in a hot, sweaty, passionate. "Her smile grew slowly after she said it. It became wider and more lascivious by the second. It was my turn to be impressed.I nodded toward the rest rooms."Don't button up. Just bring me your bra." I'll be right back," she said. She was still smiling as she left our booth.I watched her cross the room, circle the bar, then disappear. Linda always turned a few heads in public, even when I was there beside her. Had I been there at the bar and saw her pass by, I would have been occupied with my own. The top couple of buttons were undone. I looked at the new tattoo but didn't see the black mark I saw earlier. I carefully undid another button and then I saw it. It was a queen of spades.I felt sick. I knew what that meant, that she was a queen for black dick. What was I going to do? Eventually I fell into a fitful sleep.The next morning I looked through the phone book for a Private Investigator. I rang one who could see me that morning. I told him my tale of woe and my suspicions. He asked me. The verdict in this case would be GUILTY! How could it be anything other? Talk about getting caught red-handed.The trial went on for long enough that I couldn’t stand it any longer. I put on a shirt for some odd reason and then went out there again.This time it was Phoebe who told me to go back into the bedroom. The only shred of comfort I got, other than the fact that she was still there at all, was that she wasn’t sitting so erectly anymore. She was leaning on the back of the couch with one.