He laughs, and leans in toward my face. "What kinda sugar you want, hun?" He winks again, but turns and walks into his apartment, gesturing for me to ...o the same. I warily step inside. He disappears for a second, reappearing with a large container filled with sugar. He hands it to me, smiles, and I step back into the hallway. I turn to go, but his voice stops me."I want some kind of payment for that sugar, you know. Some sugar in return would be nice. Just bring that back over when you're. No hair pulling. No restraining me in any way. I will hurt you if you hurt me. I will break your nose and make sure you cannot have children. Not a joke! I know how to do this.’ ‘And, if we ever meet again you will be discreet, quietly reminding me what number you were. You guys decide who comes into the room in what order. Each of you will bring a warm wash cloth, and a glass of cold water.’ I waited for questions. ‘If we are all agreed?’ There were no objections. Just astonishment and then. .. But immediately after, okay? While I'm still all messy."I coundn't deny it but this was all sounding very exciting. Plus, I was now rock hard again. My wife's hand had slid down and she was gently caressing my balls and cock."You didn't meet the girls last night, did you?" I asked, needing confirmation."No Sir" she admitted, "I didn't." You were not at the Hotel bar last night, were you?" I continued."Not last night..." She answered, "I have been, in the past, but not last night." So you. The fact that I was alone and just a bit intoxicated when my cellphone rang I did not realize the ringtone was that of Joys. I took the cellphone from the night stand and tried to read the text as best I could without my glasses. This is what it said: “Looks nice, but why are you sending this to me?”I typed back a reply:“Because I’m horny and I want you to play with it. Send me a photo of your tits”Joy, my mother in-law sent her second text to me a few minutes later:“I could but I think both.