I knew we’d have plenty of room to do what I wanted in there. There she was water cascading down her back and off her nice plump bubble butt. Her mi...ky white skin glistening with water, her black curly hair now straight ran all the way down to between her shoulder blades. She didn’t even need to suck my cock it was already getting hard. That of course didn’t stop me from making her do so. “Okay Heather suck on my cock!” I told her. She turned her head and smiled. “Yes sir!” she answered as she. She knew he probably wasn’t going to change but she wanted to hear what he had to say, so she asked him if he wanted to re-schedule their dinner. He replied two hours later saying just: ‘Ok. 2nite 8 pm. same place.’ Later that night, after dinner, Bruce invited Amanda over to his new place and she agreed to go. He had just moved in and she wanted to see where he lived, but also she knew deep down the reason why they went on that dinner. She knew if he tried to have sex with her she would have. His French cuffs had onyx links, his fingers manicured. Quite the place, she thought as she sipped the cocktail. Quite the drink, too. Many of these and Gray would have to pour her into the car to take her home.An hour later found her lost in the soft background music. She never thought of jazz as romantic, but then she never really gave it a chance. Where the music eased her disappointment over lost time with Gray, the gin softened her paranoia over sitting alone. She felt on display at first.. Hunger. Insatiable hunger. Desire. A need to please. "Like I said, just pull your dick out right now and tell your white buddy to suck it," he said. "I don't care about that, he will... eventually. They simply can't resist dark meat." Again his theory seemed ludicrous and yet it seemed completely true as I bobbed away, now taking over five inches into my mouth... more than my girlfriend had ever needed to put in hers. "Do it," he groaned, before adding, "sorry, my own cocksucker has my balls.