My Wife And Daughter Were With The Same Man — Then I Found Out They Both Knew

My Wife And Daughter Were With The Same Man — Then I Found Out They Both Knew

Chapter 9

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I was ready for my Sunday afternoon session with her and she did not show up. I was pissed thinking about missing that tight back of hers. Marcus showed up around 700 p.m. and had Cindy's weekly payment. He told me that he would personally deliver her weekly package the next day. Me knowing that Marcus got what I should have gotten that Sunday afternoon was a bridge too far for me.

The next week, I sent Marcus down to New Orleans to attend a meeting with a couple of Ramon smugglers. Another mistake. Cindy showed up at the condo Sunday afternoon around 100 p.m. Tona opened the door for her and invited her in. Tona is a very black, tough-l lookinging South Memphis dyke.

She owns a tattoo and piercing parlor where she is the only artist. She also has a few girls who work the streets for her. Let's just say she is a very strict boss lady. She does not use an enforcer. She enjoys that job herself.

Where's Poppy? He'll be back shortly. He had to step out for a minute. Have a seat. She walked over to the bar.

You drink rum and coke, right? Yes, please. Plenty of ice. It is so hot today. She was asleep before she finished the drink.

4 Hours later, she woke up. I heard her scream. Then she came running into the living room naked except for her new tattoos. "What the hell did you do to me?" she screamed. "Just a little something so you'll always remember who you belong to." On her left breast was a heart with my name on it.

Below her belly button was an arrow pointing with the words Poppy's above it. The next time I catch you with Marcus without my permission, I'll have her tattoo your face. Understand? I own you and I'll tell you who and when to be intimate. Now bend over that couch.

She hung her head and then did as I instructed. That was another mistake. I had used the couch in my office to close a few deals when I had to, but it had been some time ago. None had made me feel the way Poppy did. Maybe it was because he was rich.

Who am I kidding? It was because he was black and had a big Johnson. It did not matter to me where the money was coming from. I wanted to be part of his life. I started meeting him two or three times a week, sometimes going to his condo during the day.

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