His stomach grumbled. Loud. ‘I’ll put some toast in for you, too.’ She slipped out as quickly as she came, knowing that he would not gratify her... with a response. ‘Fuck him, he can go buy a breakfast hoagie or something. I bought that bread,’ Imar joked, grabbing a pair of jeans and socks. ‘Keep your bread, I was just leaving.’ Ace stood, walking to the door in an almost trans-like state. He skipped stairs on the descent, not bothering to say goodbye to the man he considered a friend, or his. If she had hoped to synchronize her movements with his, it was a lost cause: no woman could move her hips that fast!Soon she began to come, and she moaned her pleasure at the wonderful sensations that she was feeling from her toes to her fingertips. She began to breathe hard and finally to pant as she tried to draw enough air into her lungs. She never seemed to make it that far, but she was not harmed by the apparent shortfall. She seemed to stay in this heightened state of sensation until. A simple enough operation to correct. Or so I had thought.Once I was able to shake some of the grogginess, I recognized my doctorstanding at the foot of the bed. There were two other men, in nicesuits, one standing next to Dr. Faber, and one sitting next to the bed.The clouds in my head lifted, and were replaced by an overwhelming senseof peace. I smiled at my visitors. I had no idea who they were, but theyhad serious looks on their faces. That peaceful, easy feeling overranthe worry I thought. & my wife black, Sherry, is 36 yrs old, 5’1”, 110 lbs with small pert tits & a nice size ass! This happened about a month ago when I decided to take my wife on a last minut trip to Houston, about 200 miles away. I got off late, so we got a late start, causing us to arrive there about midnight. What’s worse, I made the wrong exit and ended up taking us into a ghetto part of town. That’s when I realized that neither of us was dressed for this area. I was wearing shorts and a t-shirt and my wife.