I wanted him so bad but I knew better and I told him that we can't fuck. He whispered back that there was a way we could if I wanted to and I asked hi... what that was. He said that him kissing me down there would be ok and it wasn't really sex. I knew it was a bull shit excuse but I parted my legs and he pulled my shorts and panties off. I was now bottomless and open to his pleasure. He got between my legs and put his mouth over my pussy, letting his tongue enter me! I nearly fainted from the. I chatted to the other guy and said we might be able to arrange something and left it at that.The day arrived and I was nervous as hell. I mean what white guy isn’t when they know their wife is going to get a big black cock and you wonder how the hell am I going to keep up with that?Though we had seen a pic it was nothing like the guy who knocked on the door. I don’t mean his pic was fake I mean that he was even better looking in real life and my heart sank. Wifey’s eyes lit up when I led him. No, no, no! That was horrible! The concept had been done too many times. I wanted my next book to be something great. I didn't want it to be a cheap horror story, I wanted it to mean something. I wanted it to be a metaphor.There will be no innocent victim. I thought about the house's history. It had been a brothel, a place of debauchery, a place many people would frown upon today. That would be my background, a brothel.I needed it to focus around the real story of the house, but I needed to. OOH if it was only Monday already. I suddenly remembered what Ann had said about Sam quitting his job after working for a company for just a short time. I needed him working so I told him I would help him form a plan to get away if that was really what he wanted. "FUCK YEA! That's what I want" was Sam's answer. Bingo I would make sure he went to work every day so I could work on getting Ann in bed.I told him he needed to open a bank account and put as much of his pay in there each week as.