"SUCK my cock. Suck it GOOD. Suck it, faggot. MMM, YEAH! That's it. Ugh---fuck yes! WORSHIP that BIG black cock, white boy!" Robert felt a strange and...powerful excitement welling up within him as he sucked and slurped as much of that big black cock as he could; and, he also found it equally exhilarating to hear himself being called a 'faggot', a word that he would have earlier in his life dreaded to be called---but now, as he knelt there, with that fabulous black cock in his mouth, working it. "Don't you wish you were about a foot taller so we could dance face to face?" she asked."I was just lamenting not being six inches shorter."She couldn't help an abrupt laugh. "You perve."I tried to shrink myself with my posture, but it wasn't nearly enough.I had thought about what to say to her. I wasn't sure what direction to take so I went with honesty."I overheard a piece of a conversation. Frank was on the phone with somebody asking for information about whether someone was a cop. I'm. She looked at me. Silence. "I mean you really dress up nice." Silence. "I figured we might talk a little, maybe get to know each other." Finally she spoke. "You're a nice looking man, and you seem sincere. You DO know that I'm a man too, right?" The ice was broken. "Yes, I know that you're man too. But I mean it when I say that you're pretty. I've always had a thing for crossdressing, and I'm not uncomfortable to say it." She grinned and replied "I come to Vegas twice a year to escape. I work. She was also carrying her TARDIS purse, as Jake now thought of it. He continued to be leery of it, sure that if he reached in he would come out lacking fingers. "Hi, guys." Molly gave them both a bright smile. "Hey, Molly." Jake saw that despite the smile, she was tired. She hid it well, but he noticed the slight dark circles under her eyes, and the way she didn't talk quite so much. Even her smile seemed a little dimmer, which tugged at him a bit. "Long shift?" Jake asked, and she nodded,.