"It rang, one of those retro clapper ringtones. The man dropped it on the bar in surprise."It's too smart for him. He forgot that deep down inside it'... still really a phone. Now it's scored another point."He picked it up, fumbled about, said shit, then put it to his ear. All she could hear was the bass of his voice. From its tender reassuring sound she figured he was speaking to a spousal unit of some degree of closeness. She frowned.He was a graying fellow. He wore a suit. The top buttons of. ..I had the day off and my wife was at work, so I decided to post another ad. His email was the first to arrive, and it immediately got my attention. "42, GL professional black man. Glad to see your ad, I've been looking for a white bitch. I'm at work right now near your location. Come by, close my office door, and submit to me. No more talking, no pics, no stats, no bullshit. A real slut doesn't give a fuck about any of it, she just wants the cock. 8 inches, cut, and thick. I'll expect you. Do you think your wifewould like a copy?" Please - you wouldn't do that to me, would you? If she found out thatwear her clothes, let alone that I sucked your cock, she'd divorce me." What time is she due home tonight?"About 3 hours from now." If you do what I tell you for the next hour I will not say a word toher. Do you agree?"What choice did I have? I nodded and said yes.He said, "Yes, what?" Yes, Sir. I will do whatever you want." Good, stand up. Keep those cum-filled panties on. I'm going. Brown, I am Doctor Smithers. Do you understand?” “Yes, Doctor.” “When I clap my hands, you will awaken and you will remember nothing of what has happened while you were asleep. Do you understand?” “Yes, Doctor.” “Good.” The phony doctor clapped his hands and Mrs. Brown stirred suddenly, blinked, looked around and remembered where she was. “Oh, Doctor, how did things go?” she asked. “Quite well, Mrs. Brown. I believe I have gotten closer to the root of your problem and we can explore this line.