If the storieswere grounded in reality, then all the fucking maids would be Latinas!And they don't put out unless they're married. Catholics! Jeez!" H... golf-clapped his hands against the table.He leaned toward her and whispered, "Do you really think, for instance,that there's some well organized Sisterhood of dominatrixes out therecontrolling men, laughing in their faces, ridiculing them for having punypenises, and making them feel like emasculated sheep? Turning them intomindless bimbo slaves?. No, that's wrong. The sex is a big part of it. But not the biggest part." I thought so. I knew you two were an 'item' that first day she came home from that swimsuit session. The signs were unmistakable. And the smells, too!" She smiled. And then Cindy joined us, and we walked over to where Mr. Martin was waiting with his Mercedes."We're going out to dinner to celebrate, Hank," Mr. Martin said. "We'd be honored if you joined us. You can pick up your car later." I'd be happy to accept, Mr.. I take it because of your efforts to arrange this; I don't have to ask you for permission Charlie?" Dave said with a smile."You can take that for granted, but I would like to know what else passed between you before you proposed?" I did what you asked me to do son. I told Dave about my relationship with you and Lucy and he accepted that. I also told him about the sexual practices in our little group and what happened that night we were all ordered to the dungeon. Then I passed on to him what. I smiled knowing why I was so hot. I told him it must be the onset of menopause and he said he hoped it took me forever to get over it. That day I tried to count the number of orgasms I had experienced and I lost count and I couldn't believe the change in my sex life.I didn't see my black men for a few days because I had mother stuff to do with my two daughters. While we were together, I asked them if they had ever considered dating any black boys in school. They both said that they wouldn't.