Once I saw his cock it seemed only natural to touch it. After another ‘toke’ it also seemed natural to slide off the couch down on my knees and h...lp him pull his bathing suit the rest of the way down off his hips, then down his legs and off. Austin was about six inches long. He was soft, but when I took his shaft in my hand and started stroking it, it grew to a little over eight inches. When I wrapped my fingers around his thick shaft, my middle finger and thumb just barely met. I was amazed. His friend asked me: “Do you ever touched a big black cock, madam?”.I struggled against the first man to get my hand free; he laughed and let me go, telling me that I could be a good white married slut for his big black cock. I entered my car in a second, started the engine and got out of there very quickly.When I got home I left all the stuff I had bought in our bedroom and had a shower.After midday I was watching TV, when I heard a strange noise at the back yard. The rear door was open, but. Her mind gradually switched from shame and humiliation to fun and joy. It was only sex, after all. She became comfortable so fast and so easy with her new life, she wondered if she was a natural prostitute. That thought scared and turned her on at the same time.Those last 10 months were a fun ride. Now she could afford a good education for her son, and a better place for them to live. She could buy him neat toys again. Every time he smiled, she realized whoring herself was well worth it. She. So I pretended I had all kinds of other reasons instead. That he wasn't sexually appealing. That he didn't turn me on. That he wasn't compatible with my intended career. That other, more exciting, people intrigued me. The truth was, I spent a whole lot of time with a lot of really lame men, none of who would ever be able to hold a candle to Frank when it came to knowing and caring about the real me." But what was your reason?" Christy wanted to know. "The real one?" I'll get to that in due.