Her eyes drifted above the page and she smiled at me. It was a smile of innocence and trust. It was an innocence and trust I planned to abuse in the m...st extreme way. All that was needed was to persuade Jill to "try something kinky" and the rest would be simple. The plan was, as far as I could tell, full-proof. I would get to watch another man fuck Jill and Jill herself would never know. First though I had to engineer an argument."What do you mean?" she asked, her eyes widening in hurt. Recently I had a slightly younger, another black guy who was a musician named Ladell. We met after one of his shows one night late. Most everyone else had gone, but me and him and few others in this gay nightclub. Ladell was not gay, but bi-sexual. He had several girlfriends as well as some gay lovers. Ladell was hung with a nice 9” penis and I happened to be in the men's room after a night of drinking and listening to music. I was standing at the urinal peeing when Ladell came in. He unzipped. I had never seen my daddy look at me that way before that day and I didn't know how I felt about it. But, as I continued drying off, I looked the clock. It was 10:45 a.m. Thursday morning, I got in the shower at 10:35. I was shaking with anticipation as I turned the water on. I wanted to see if my father would show up, now that he knew when he could catch me naked and wet and pretty damned inviting. I felt wicked. Wicked, but determined. Maybe it was because I'd just gotten out of the military. Not that she believed all that hocus pocus in any case!Roberta was satisfied that they had enough here to last for almost a year at the rate it was being spent. The grateful father, for whose daughter's sake Roberta had almost died in a suicidally unequal struggle, had given them a lot - far more than he could afford - and she had tried in vain to refuse his offer.There was no need for Roberta to offer her powerful body in exchange for more money. Nothing seemed to be in the way of getting on.