“Fuck all this cat and mouse shit. I have a room upstairs. If you want a taste, come on up”. That’s when she let me in on what has been going on... She pointed out a guy at the bar and told me that he was her husband. And that he has been here all along. I have to admit I was a little shocked by what she said. My instinct was to prepare to kick some ass. Cause there was no way in my mind thisdude was going to be cool about a big black man like me dry humping his wife on the dance floor. She. ....ssstttooopppppppp....uuugghhghghghggggghhhh...” He grabbed me by the throat and fucked me like a slut he wanted brutally enslave. I knew he was the master of my body now and there was nothing I could do. “You fucking Bitch, I only got the head followed by a few inches. There’s more. If you scream out again, I’ll make you sorry as fuck, you rotten slutty whore. Now take this cock like the slut you are...” He slammed into me with a cruel thrust only able to push a few more inches into. I. There was a lot of murmuring going on and Roger knew they were discussing his being there."Come with me," Ben said, leading him down a semi-dark hallway.They stopped at a door and Ben opened it and went inside. Roger followed and saw that they were in a room with a large window that overlooked the warehouse and had a good view of the stage. The glass was slightly tinted so Roger assumed that it was one-way glass. The room reminded Roger of a sky box at a baseball stadium.Ben turned to Roger and. So what do you do?’ I asked, turning the conversation away from me. I hate patting my own back. ‘I was a realtor. I started my career in New York and then moved down here once both of my kids went to college down here. My boy studied law enforcement at Florida State and my girl studied business at Miami. I worked for about twenty years in the Tampa area before I retired, back in ’12. So what made you become a naturist?’ ‘I’ve never liked clothes.’ I answered. ‘I have long gone naked or mostly.