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I was in Rio de Janeiro on business. I knew Rio had a reputation for sexual liberation. My problem was finding the hot spots since I had no knowledge of Portuguese. I had been divorced for three months. My ex-wife, Charlene, had been a frigid bitch. She claimed I cheated on her and even tried to catch me at it. So what if I did have a few women? Charlene couldn't fill my needs and what was a little stray pussy from time-to-time? I guess that took my interest elsewhere, and I had little energy left for a nagging wife. Good riddance. The last day I saw her, she cursed me to die in Hell. I laughed at her and turned my back as I headed out to try the new secretary at my office who had the most incredible body. I heard she was an easy lay, and I wanted some before she got used up by other guys at work. At breakfast, the morning before I was scheduled to go home from Rio, there was an insert under the place mat on my room service tray written in English. A small pamphlet listed a number of sexual attractions. I was surprised and wondered about its origin. I had fucked a few whores when I first got here a week ago, but business intervened. I was horny as Hell. When the maid came to pick up the tray, she asked in passable English, "Sir, did you find the little paper I left for you?" She was a bit hesitant until I looked at her with a smile and said, "Yes, who put it there, you?" "I did. Don't think me too forward, please. In one of the shows, my sister is a star with her ...

... boyfriend, Romero. I try to help her as much as I can. Life can be hard here." "What is your sister's name and what does she do in the show?" I asked, showing more than a little interest. She blushed now, as much as a nice looking, dark-skinned woman could and said, "They do a live sex show for customers such as you. Romero and Luisa are much sought after by clubs to perform." She proceeded to tell me where the club was, that it was very safe, with no troublemakers and good security and that the price for the show was $100 US. It started at 10 PM. Any taxi driver at the hotel would know where to take me. As the young woman told me about the show, my cock had become stiff from the anticipation of seeing something like this. I had always been somewhat of a voyeur, and as a young man did my share of window peeping. I was certain she saw my erection as she came closer. "If you like, sir, I am off tonight and would be happy to escort you there or even meet you there to sit with you. The show is much more exciting with a woman companion. If you don't believe me, I urge you to try me." With that, she leaned over to me, kissed me lightly on the mouth and brushed her hand across my trousers, rubbing my erect penis very lightly. "What is your name?" I croaked hoarsely, by this time much aroused. "I am my sister's twin, Lorena, sometimes we switch jobs for a while during her period and I perform with Romero. We are a very loving family." "You have blond hair. Is that not unusual for Brazilian ...