You ain’t ‘mousy.’ Not since I’ve known you. And I’m pretty sure that being a ‘submissive’ don’t mean shit about how you live your lif... outside of the bedroom. Or it doesn’t have to, anyway.” He leaned back a little, looking at her dubiously, “But babycakes, you mean you ain’t never looked up all this BDSM stuff or read any of those books?”She shook her head, “Not until last weekend.”“Holy shit. When I got my first boyfriend, we were butt fucking and sucking each other off every moment of every. He looked delicious. She leaned over and whispered in my ear, “Mmm you like that fat black cock, don’t you?” All I could do is nod. She just giggled. I stole as many looks at that huge cock as I could while we were checking out, and I noticed Tori smiling every time she caught me. When we were finally done checking out and on our way to the car she giggled again and asked “You really are a slut for big black cock, aren’t you?” “You know I am. I’m not shy about sharing that with you.” “Yes, but. I left the hottest greeting I think I’ve ever left. It was obvious in my voice how turned on I was. I wanted nothing more than to get as nasty as I could get with a sexy man as turned on as I was, and I said as much. I almost came just leaving the greeting. I briefly considered going into my bedroom so I could stretch out, but decided I liked watching the videos (with no sound, thank God, you’ll know why later…) at the same time I was listening to a live man. A woman left me a seriously. All my experience has been SM with a prick," she said, "And I wondered what this side was like."Just then the first Bitch went up and pulled the girl's hair, hard, making her let out a real scream of agony."You see?" remarked Bill, "That's why we didn't hit her hard. I saw you wondering and that's how I knew you weren't used to the bitchiness of the Gay Lady crowd."The next Bitch to approach was carrying an artificial prick at least twice as long and twice as thick as Alan's at its proudest..