" I said with each grunt from Rufus's dick. "Why you gotta lie? I told you already white boys are fuckin' sluts for black cock. Stop tryna act like a ...hy, innocent, white bitch, I know yo' muthafuckin' ass been out there fuckin' around. So tell me who fucked you?" Quinn asked again. "Why the hell... (Ouch!)... Would you care!.... (Uhh... Mmmm!)" I say from every thrust Rufus made. Quinn sat back for a second and thought about it. "You know what, I guess you right. It was probably some little. It seemed that no matter how wide she parted her jaws she couldn't get his shaft inside. Finally it passed in and Debbie could feel it pressing against the back of her mouth.The drinks had numbed her body and she felt that it might have passed further down her throat. The feeling of his shaft within her mouth was one of both pleasure and revulsion. Not caring which would win out Debbie began to suck and pump on his cock. Each stroke brought her lips almost to the end of his shaft. Occasionally. They were all at least good looking, some of them stunning.Bill grabbed an empty bar stool, ordered a Manhattan, and swung around to survey the scene. He noticed a handful of men scattered around the various booths; all of them, except one, with a female companion.Over the next hour, while he thought about the best way to single one woman out and approach her, he noticed something which seemed a bit strange. About every fifteen minutes, a different woman would walk to the man alone in his. She wriggled the little digits while eyeingthe shapely form of her bright pink legs all the way tothe generous curve of her hips. A narrow waist lead theway for a dramatic curve where her heavy pink breastssat upon her chest. Her large nipples were darker thanthe pink that coloured her skin, almost lavender. Theyhad hardened in the cold chill of the metallic wallsseeming to stare back at her gaze from the reflection asher coppery eyes followed the enormous outline of hercleavage. Yup, same old.