I lifted my glass recognising his stare. He looked away."Barkeep. Give the guy at the end of the bar a drink on me." I told the old guy behind the bar... I don't know what came over me. I never did this kind of stuff.He goes over to the guy, but comes back to me without pouring a drink."He says he don't do single women. Sorry doll," the barkeep says."Tell him I am not single, just alone," I say again.The black giant came over with his fresh beer. He asked for proof and I showed him my rings. Then. He said he hasn't either but that he liked the pix and I agreed too! We giggled some and he asked me the question if I had ever seen a penis before. I told him no but that I had seen my dad a couple times by accident. He giggled and said he had seen his mom before when she got out of the shower. He then asked me if I wanted to see his and I said yes!He stood up and pulled his shorts off, then his underwear and there before me was his hairless little cock! He asked if I wanted to touch it and I. I had made it 1500 miles on mere hope and fantasy. What the fuck is wrong with me? My feet were bruised and scraped, they screamed at me to rest. I found a curb and cried. I cried until I had no more tears, just dry sobbing and self pity. I found a hotel room, and tried not to think about tomorrow, curling up in bed I cried myself to sleep. I woke in the morning, dreading life. I had a 1500 mile trek home and nothing to look forward to. My whole life had come crashing down around me.. Ive always hated extra hours but they were paid pretty good so I agreed on staying longer in the bureau. The only thing I wanted was my nice bed and a good amount of sleep for the whole weekend without being interrupted. When I entered my house I immediately threw off my black high heels and ran upstairs to the bathroom to fill my bathtub with water. I decided to treat myself with some shower oil to make it even more enjoyable. I slipped out of my tight red dress and my underwear and laid down.