Still, I did have an available option."No problem, I just have not seen the babe of my dreams yet tonight. Candice, have you seen Roxie tonight? Is sh... working and if so is she available to go upstairs?" Candice thought she was available and left to go fetch her. I smiled and gave Junior a smug look of my own, and we proceeded upstairs.The Champagne Room was a bit quieter and offered quite a lot of privacy. I also had hopes that my ever present micro-tape recorder might pick up any verbal. Shanna didn't hurt in dreams. Mostly, though, it was the scary White guys who had attacked her.Shanna didn't dream of White people.The first time she had actually realized this, late in high school, she had spent a good week wondering if she was some kind of racist. After all, she was surrounded by Whites. Most of her friends had light skin. You'd think they'd sneak into her dreams just by osmosis. But, no. Every person she had ever dreamed of, that she could remember, was as brown as she was.. Small wonder, as the glorious view I was able to sneak is burned into my brain. I still can't believe I was able to see that! I count myself insanely lucky and can now die a happy man.But, about the dream, I was at the theater, working at the box office, and every ticket was soft. Soft and warm. In my dream I knew I should rip the tickets ... but I just couldn't. They felt so nice, like the best thing I had ever felt. So I would pocket the tickets and give the customer an old one. Eventually I. As he slowed to a halt on my back I suddenly became aware of my own violent shaking within the iron harness.Then there was a tug. It was light, but firm, against my sphincter. Terrified to let that thick knot pop out of me, I squeezed shut as firmly as I could. But the dog persisted. And not only did he persist, but he seemed confident that he would win. He slipped off of my back and I felt him turn, twisting his cock as he came to be ass to ass to me. With this newfound leverage he gave a.