I don't got trouble for you.I was strong, but... no way I could handle HIM by myself. He moved my hand to his crotch, took his other hand and pulled h...s shorts up, moving that giant black cock out onto his leg and down onto the chair. He put my hand on it, and I... I just put my hand around it, as much as I could. I couldn't get around it. It was hot, and pulsed, and started to get bigger, harder. He moved closer and said...You feel that shit? I'm getting hard, cuz I like a lil white bitch like. I recovered from the initial shock and greedily took his dick into my mouth so i could taste the rest of his sperm. He still had a bit of his huge load left and finished it off in my girly cocksucker. He apologized with a laugh for cumming so suddenly in my mouth without asking, but i told him it was awesome and i liked it. In truth i both wanted to swallow a load and take one on my face and couldn’t decide which i’d rather so i was glad he made the choice for me and that he had enough to do. A lot of them seemed to be about cooking. They were selling jewelry on one of them. I didn’t recognize any of the shows I’d seen before, at the shelter.I stopped on one where a woman with lots of makeup on was saying something about her friends waiting to show me a good time. It said “$4.99 per hour”. The woman said, “Here’s a preview of what you’ll see,” and the scene changed to a woman kissing a man. They both had pants on, but that was all. The woman’s breasts were pressed to the man’s. With tremendous trepidation, Cindy decided she had to do something. Chapter 3 Only halfway believing her rationalizations, Cindy took the shift and panties and went into the bathroom (somehow it seemed safer to change there). She slowly removed her shoes and socks. Then she took off her blouse and jeans. She stood still in her cotton bra and panties. Should she disobey and keep them on? As she stared at her reflection in the mirrors Cindy saw what she always saw: a short, not quite pretty girl.