”“Bye Josey... “Bye Josey.”Rondo was still laughing and shaking his head when I dialed Wainwright’s office.”“Wainwright’s Law Firm –... I’m sorry, but we’re closed until further notice.”“Phoebe?”“JOSEY? OH WOW, I was just thinking about you.”“You were? I was just thinking about you too and decided to call and see how you’re doing. I talked to Sheriff Jones earlier and he told me you were helping him with his investigation. He told me too, that your uncle’s lawyer has asked you to move out of your. He tried to be calm, but his mouth was dry and his pulse was racing in his ears. After having dropped his wife Mary off here two weeks ago, leaving her to the tender mercies of the domina named Erica who lived here, he’d come to take his wife home. He was not just a little apprehensive; while Erica had promised good results, Jeff was very much afraid that Mary should have grown to resent or even hate him for having left her here. The thought of her leaving him was almost more than he could. I just stood outside, caressing my aching hard cock inside my trousers…Ana suddenly stopped moaning; so I opened the door just a crack and watched as that black man was starting again to pound her.My wife’s moans were of pure pleasure as she had one orgasm after another on that black cock. The drilling went on for another fifteen minutes, then the black guy blew his seed deep in her stretched hungry pussy.At that point, Ana saw me standing there and she called me.I saw this black cock was still. Too crowded, too noisy, too smoky... it wasn't going to be worth it just for $10 table dances. On the way back to my hotel a small building caught my eye with the sign "Gentlemen's Dance Partners". I figured I could spare five minutes to check out the place. When I went in there was a latina hostess in an enclosed foyer and a sign -- $10 entry, $20 per hour to the house for the ladies' time and a tip of at least that much for the lady. The music from behind the closed door sounded okay, so I.