I looked down and saw my light cotton trousers being eaten by my puffy outer lips. I smiled at the sight of my camel toe. I didn’t really like that ...erm but, right then, the view of my crack line turned me on. Greatly. I don’t know how long I’d sat there staring, but I’d become really horny. My mind filled with words I never used: pussy, crack, slot, even cock. They were words I just didn’t say aloud as if they shouldn’t be uttered. I was far from being prudish but, strangely, I’d always been. I trust Michael. He is my dom so he has black. I wear green and will do what he commands. Sarah, would you explain yours, please?"She answered, "The green one is thickest and tells everyone that I am a slave to one person. That's Mark, of course. The yellow and gold threads show that I am willing sexually and may be gangbanged. Most people will ask Mark because the green is so much thicker than the other two threads."I led her over to one of the stocks and fastened her in place. Her hands were. I pushed those feelings back andfocused on the present.OK. I really wish I had the 2018 internet at my finger tips right now. Iguess I have to do this the old fashioned way. I pulled out a phone book,found the phone number I was looking for and called the dance school.Great. They have a walk-in event tonight. Swing night. Even better.* * *I heard a car door shut outside. A few seconds later Cindy came throughthe door. "Hey sis," she said putting her bags down."How was cheer practice?" I asked.. Our daughters were gone to college, and now their mother was gone too. Gone to the condo of a well-endowed black guy who we’d found on the internet. We’d only planned to meet for a meal and to get to know him a little. But by the end of the evening, Claire was gently telling me that she’d agreed to go back to his place and that this time I wasn’t invited. The house would be a lonely and cold place tonight.When I got home I didn’t know what to do. I knew I couldn’t sleep, I had too much going on.