He’s one of the last of the old, self-taught Chicago blues men, and his stuff is full of rural Southern darkness and Big City evil, and tonight when...he started playing I felt like I was right there with him, walking down by the crossroads with that dead mojo frog in my pocket. J.B would have understood in an instant. The girl closed her eyes and jerked softly in her chair when the music started. The rhythm section chugged away like a southbound freight at full throttle and Hutto’s nasty guitar. I was horny about watching at them fucking; but Ana said that they had arranged another meeting before he could leave town. Elton had agreed that I could be there in the room, just as a witness…As we finally met him at the lobby of his hotel, Ana greeted Elton with a very passionate kiss, while he openly clamped his strong hands around her firm buttocks and pulled her onto the stiff erection that his trousers did little to conceal. As soon as we entered his room, my sensual wife quickly. She came from the kitchen and asked me if I need to go early or I was free.I told that I was free for the time. Then she sat beside me and kept her hand on my thigh casually this again aroused my boner to which she giggled and said this is second time. She asked me did I had a gf. I said no. She again said me you must be masturbating to have this sized cock.I awasshocked for that straightforward words and also felt embarrassed and replied to yes I do but not daily. She moved her honds towards. In our e-mailsleading up to this meeting I knew being controlled like this is somethingshe wanted to experience. The bar opened and we went in and sat at a table for two. We had drinksand talked. After a bit I asked if she had shaved her pussy as I hadrequested. She informed me that she had, to which I said "show me". With a look of humiliation in her eyes she replied, "here"? I simply said "yes", and waited expectantly. With a look ofapprehension she looked around the bar and slowly.