She smiled, and licked her lips. She grabbed my hand and quickly lead me too the small single bathroom, and locked the door. Her smooth voice escaped ...er lips. "Oh my God, you're definitely a wet one, aren't you?" She said with a hint of tease in her voice. I stammered, "I-I...uhm..." I've never been aroused by somebody so intensely, and quickly. She ran her hand up my thigh, and over my pulsating, wet (almost dripping) pussy. She shoved me against the tile wall and unbuttoned my shirt. "Don't. In this day and time a black person's place should be way behind the white man, hell sometimes it seemed like they were worse than animals. But she had to always keep that thought to her self, or she would get slapped for it. This was the 1930s and slavery ended only seventy-five years ago, she shouldn't be thinking like this because things could have been way worse than what it was, as her grandmother would always tell her.She would always tell her that black people should be grateful for the. “Ah yes…the dress…let me see the gown for a moment…”She handed it to me so I could check the tag number on it; mind you, I never check the numbers on the gowns, as each one is unique; it’s just that, with her, I wanted to have any excuse to be just a bit closer to her presence.As for the gown she has selected?It is a wonderful, strapless and shoulderless gown of shimmering emerald green mixed with sapphire blues, with thread of golden flowers, white birds and silver clouds woven into the. I thought that would be a great thing to help me begin to think again.He poured me a cup and I took it, holding it with both hands. Greg encouraged me to drink it and I thought I tasted something else in it but I wasn't sure. We sat on the couch while I had a second cup. Oddly enough, the coffee was making me even groggier! I began to giggle. It was funny, so I had a third cup. I was feeling very tipsy and told Greg.Greg expressed concern and suggested that I try to lie down. I thought that was.