. I don't feel so good... I... I'm feeling sick...sick to my stomach and I... I'm sorry... but if you make me do this againright now, I might... I mig...t just throw up and get sick... please...please let me rest... just... just for a moment... I... I'm beggingyou... please... let me jack You off"... and you can't believe just howlow you've already sunk, and in so short a time, actually begging a Man,and a black Man at that, to allow you to jerk Him off with your own hand.But, you're seeing, too,. She packed her stuff and laid a powder case and lipstick on the table.“It's all good, and thanks for the help of dressing me up for my date!”I saw her put her shoes on and she grabbed her jacket. “No problem, darling. I have to hurry to the ballet theatre. Good luck with the date. Bye!”“Bye Katy!” and she left.Why and how did I always end up in these sex situations? I hardly know people and I end up fucking them! I felt like people couldn't resist me. Ha-ha...but that's just dumb thinking! I. My skirt had already been pulled down to drape over my black stiletto shoes, revealing my black stockings and suspenders. My shirt, ripped open in the passion, revealed my lacy black corset and the curves of my tits and cleavage. God, I wanted him. Right there, and hard. He stood in front of me, unbuckled his trousers, dropping them to the floor. His shirt, already half off, fell to the floor as well, revealing an extremely toned body. I told him I wanted to please him in my mouth, but he. I continued tickling that turgid nipple as I drove to the outskirts of the city. In her lust, she had spread her legs wide now, and her skirt had come way up.Yet I could not sight her panty!Ladies – you know that we men have an idea where the panty line should be visible once the skirt starts its upward journey. And yet…yet…no panty! I was in heaven! Can it be true? Are my dreams coming true? Had this sexy bitch not worn panties for the drive?I gently removed my hand from her top and caressed.