They whispered to each other urgently, but no longer giggled. They seemed to be working the wrong locations at the wrong times.Pandora looked over at ...he girls, once so confident and now with an increasing sense of panic. There was little she could do. The girls had made their bed, or more accurately had created the conditions for this macabre theater of the absurd. It was her role as mistress of ceremonies to play up the drama for the audience, increase the excitement of the moment, and put. And all the while they drank together and got drunk. “James,” Amanda said as she leaned into him, “you’re not so bad looking yourself. I would really like to see more. What do you say we get the hell out of here? James was stunned, but looking down her top, how could he resist. “Yeah, why not. Let’s go.” When they arrived at James’s house, they went straight to the bedroom without saying a word. Amanda blocked his way to the bed and grabbed his T-shirt. “Why don’t you help me get this off. More specifically a big black man's cock. Deep inside my heart I wanted all of the white race to be sexually enslaved to the superior dark skinned beings. Still I didn't think I would hear from Janine again. That all of it had been just fly by night phone sex. So I went to work with my own jizz still resting in my mouth. That afternoon after I arrived home from my shift the phone rang. It was Janine. At first she was cordial, and pleasant. Asking me if I had enjoyed last night. Then I spouted. Of course I would have to decline his offer.But he turned and walked out and I followed him, even as I was trying to decide the best way to say no to him.I followed about ten feet behind until he entered the dark, unsavory bar next door. I stood outside staring at the painted over windows and neon beer signs for a minute before I finally decided that I had nothing to lose by at least talking to the man. It was a public bar. How dangerous could it be?!He was already seated in a corner booth by.