As it turned out, my preoccupation with the unaccounted for hand job, that I had just administered, made it easy to ignore my husbands futile attempts...to chat me up and by the time I had composed myself, his charming handsome friend moved in, my only thoughts were after my audacious hand-job, 'How I would love to bury his face into my crotch and make him lick me clean', killing two birds with one stone. My husband suggested we retire to a free booth that had just been vacated and to my horror,. In high school he was a jock and he played sports year round in order to be with all the cheerleaders. In his predominately white college, he was the campus stud, having white girls line up in the dorm hallway to swing on his Mandingo cock. He made it known to the few black girls on campus that even an ugly white girl was WAY better than any black girl. He didn’t like the fat ones so much, but he’d rather have a slutty looking white girl to bang than a black chick any day of the week. Now. “Can I interpret that to mean that you’re physically comfortable, but maybe worried about some things?”The hand went to the green bag and landed on top of it.“I don’t blame you,” said Bobby, smiling. “I’d be worried about some things if I were in your shoes too. When Amanda gets here, we’ll try to work on those things. For now, lets just figure out a list of things to work on later. Are you worried about the station?”Green bag.“Are you worried about your personal finances?”Red bag.“Are you. He’s not going to last long, she can feel his urgency – his pace quickens and soon the slapping sound of her ass and his hips fill the hall. They are fucking frantically now, panting, groaning, fucking.His orgasm is sudden – soon he is filling her with his seed – her orgasm is close but there is nothing she can do – her arms are tied and she suspects he’s deliberately avoiding touching her clit. Considering the number of orgasms she’s had she can hardly complain but she needs one more.He slides.