"Can you hand me the lime juice in the door and a lime from the crisper?"I handed her the requested items, and watched in fascination as she mixed the...lime juice in the tequila, added some oregano and garlic, and with a small brush basted the chicken. Then she proceeded to cut the lime into six pieces, salt the rims of the shot glasses, and fill them with tequila."Here's to the ancient Romans," she quipped as she handed me the shot with a slice of lime, " they really knew how to drink, just not. I was glad I hadn't called Tamara. If my ramblings had come out half as incoherent on the phone as they had on paper, I'd have lost a friend.A friend. Tamara had started the evening by calling me a friend. I sulked about that for a while. Then I caught myself and made myself pull out of it.Yes, she'd had sex with me once. But that had been as a client. I certainly wasn't a client anymore. Even our 'deal' really wasn't a business arrangement anymore. I'd spend time with Billy regardless of. Anyway I guess out of curiosity I started going through all of the pictures in her phone and that is when I begin to see photos of a black man’s large penis. Then I see one and it is of Donna and she has this same penis in her mouth and she is sucking this guys dick. What the heck? Donna is having an affair maybe that is why we hardly have sex anymore.I can’t believe how many pictures she has in her phone of this black guy’s dick and numerous others. Then there is one photo of her. After a few more moments she broke off the kiss, leaving the both of them slightly breathless, and looked deep into his eyes with a gaze filled with desire and lust, still holding his face in her hands. She was thinking back twenty years to the first time shed let a boy remove her bra. About how he has squeezed and sucked her nipples and how she had returned the pleasure by giving him her first blow job. It had been a long time since shed sucked a guys cock, and she wanted it right now before.