Sometimes for one person and sometimes for a group. It is important that you learn and perfect your skills." "I want you to entertain Mr. Robert the w...y Ann entertained me. The practice will be good for you. Anne and I will be here to give you an audience." Babbs had never dated a black man. She had not seen any blacks at the pageant either. But this is what Bill wanted. As her sponsor she thought she should do as he requested. Also, Mr. Roberts was exotic. He radiated a sexual confidence even. " "Done Avriel. The nanites creating the waterfall will be done shortly and return to the stock pile behind the structure." "Good," Avriel said heading down the stairs to the living quarters to check on Azriel. He was still sleeping peacefully. She gently picked her up cradling him to her chest and smiling lovingly down at him. He snorted softly in her sleep and curled his hand around her finger. Suddenly her communicator began flashing a red light. "Avriel perimeter breach detected," Sidney's. You felt that if the fabric weren't so heavy, and if a strong breeze blew, her pussy would be exposed. She loved making people imagine her naked body, almost as much as she loved them seeing it for real.The usher showed them to their seats. They didn't have time to talk to any of Sven's friends and associates as they had been held up. They settled down and watched the first half of the opera, while Sven slid his hand surreptitiously into the slit of her dress to stroke her clit. She did well. He pulled a red bandana from his jacket pocket and stuffed it halfway into the back left pocket of his stone-washed jeans. He then handed the jacket over the counter with a wink and walked into the dimly lit dungeon wearing a tight black t-shirt. The red bandana wasn’t necessary. It was more of a nod to the old school hanky codes. But the SLM was like that—all old school gay from the strict fetish-oriented dress-code to the Tom of Finland posters behind the coat-check counter and the rough cut.