. and again ... and made especially certain that everything was perfectly smooth.We came out of the bathroom fresh, steamy, and slick. I opened the ch...ampagne like my dad taught me. “Son, the cork should come out of the bottle like the sigh of a contented woman.” So, there was no explosion or cork flying across the room and precious drops of wine spilled on the floor.“Okay, before you get your champagne, you have to stand between the beds and face away from each other,” I directed.“What’s this. And coarse... black accents... and uneducated... obviouslyNigger dialect... rude remarks... and all referencing you... or atleast... someone like you... perhaps your own wife... and you're almostgrateful... that at least your wife... when she gets home... won't seeyou like this... with long black cock... forced all the way up... to theballs... inside your naked white ass... and being walked down thehallway... in your own home... being fucked... and raped... andcornholed... buggered to hell.... It stood like a tent-pole in his pants, aching, where he turned his chair and rolled under to cover it beneath his desk, composing himself before giving Gina the nod to open the door.Gina unlocked and opened the door to find a rather older, silver-haired gentleman stood waiting."Dad!" Jimmy bellowed out, more in surprise than anything.There was Mr. Rodriguez, Sr., Antonio for short, who stood at just short of six foot, well built for a man his age with a rugged and grizzled appearance, yet. I called the phone number in the ad and spoke to a very well mannered guy whom I met later in the day. I told him that I wanted to give a special present to my wife and wanted some good looking guy to giver her a very sensuous massage and - if things went ok, to have sex with her. I made clear that it depended entirely on her and at the very moment she or me ask, he had to leave. I also wanted to be absolutely sure that he had no sexual transmittable disease (especially AIDS) and he immediately.