He was well over 6 foot, a huge muscle-bound black man with short black hair and bulging arms. The whole night I had been slightly curious about wheth...r Leanne was in the least bit interested in Jake. We were happily married and neither had ever strayed and I was confident neither of us ever would, but Jake was no ordinary man on the street. I decided that instead of going back inside the house I would peer in through the window, just to check on them and make sure nothing would happen. In all. .she would look awesome in that cocktail waitress uniform. I wonder—Oh, there she is. “Hi Trisha! I'm so glad to hear from you. I was starting to worry.”“Hi Bart!” came the ebullient reply. She sounded relaxed and happy.“How are you? I assume you made it to Las Vegas. What are you doing?”“I'm fine. More than fine, I'm having the time of my life. Yes, I made to Vegas. Phil kept his promise. He dropped me off on the strip at the MGM Grand. That's where his delivery was. Of course, when I walked. Stephanie came and sat next to me and placed her hand on my covered, uninjured leg.'Please. I want to help' she pleaded before admitting 'besides I've never seen a man's thing before.'My cock was getting harder by the minute as was the ability to resist.'You're too young. I don't fancy being arrested.'Stephanie huffed and said 'I'm not that young. I'm legally old enough to do what I want.' To emphasise her words she moved her hand on top of my cock.I realised that I hadn't asked Stephanie her. He simply said, ‘ I understand, ‘ took my hand, and led me through the room and out of the club. He said absolutely nothing on the way home, although I knew he was burning with shame and indignation. But that night was a very quiet one in our bed, as Paul turned his face to the wall and tried to erase my existence. I understood, but at the same time I could not help feeling rather hurt. It had not been my fault, after all, yet here we were going through the first loveless night we had spent.