The Texan never caught on. He’d climb up and grin at her, proud and happy as a pig in shit with his moustache dripping with her juice. “That was d...mn fine, wasn’t it, honey-pie?” he’d say, so close to her face she’d smell his pussy breath. And she would say, “Oh, it was wonderful! Are you going to fuck me now?” He liked dirty talk. He showed her how to do it cowgirl and it became her favorite. She had almost perfected it by the time his assignment ended and he went home to Texas and his wife.. I don't know. She was spread out and tied up, and was completely in my power. That was a big turn on for me, and I was almost positive that it was just as a big of a turn on for her.I lightly and slowly licked her up one side and down the other on the outside of her pussy, giving her just enough contact to know that I was so very close, yet so very far away from where she really wanted me to be, and I kept up the teasing contact for a good many minutes until she was squirming and moaning out. "I'm sorry Beau, you must think me terrible." She said smiling at the black man as if she were flirting with him. "I've just never seen anything like that before, and my head's pretty fucked up." Not at all." Beau answered good naturedly as he handed her back the pipe after taking a big drag of it. "I take no offense. And you are partially right. The pipe doesn't do it justice."Mindy took another long hit off the pipe and held the smoke in her lungs. Holding it for ten of fifteen seconds her. "... were you, erm..." and here she paused again, searching for an appropriate euphemism. "...excited?" she finally finished lamely, a little embarrassed not to be able to use any stronger words. My mind raced. She had noticed. I knew what she meant of course, but could I plausibly feign ignorance or would forcing her to clarify only make things worse? Could I just deny it outright, or was that tantamount to calling her ugly or, even worse, a freak? This was a verbal minefield she'd dropped me.