Do you have any idea where your life is going?”“I’d be a fool if I said yes.”“And that’s OK? What happened to all that masterful stuff?”...��Oh that? I can do that any time. More to the point, I can do it when it’s needed.”“Cool.”“Cool?”“Yeah. I like being able to turn it on and off.”“You do? You don’t think it’s a cop-out?”“I’ve met dominating men who don’t know how to turn it down. They can be a turn on when you want it, but a total turn off when you don’t.”“Go on.”“When I lived with Mistress,. He just loved sucking my clit and swallowing my manpussy juice. I must admit that at least, he wasn’t selfish on that. Like I said, a very nice boy.Like every couple, we were facing a crasis. I had to tell him that I wasn’t satisfied at all about my sexual life. He was wondering why he wasn’t fulfilling his role as boyfriend adequately. I had to confess to him my nature. To be honest, I never cheated on him. But, I told him about my lifestyle. I told him my ass was visited by more black men. Almost everybody smiled as he passed them, including the hostess who draped his towel for him and relieved him of his Carte du Jour.Poor Rick made straight for his room and was debating whether to just bail out and go back home when there was a knock at the door. Opening it cautiously it revealed a woman in her mid thirties. She was blonde, had a great figure and full luscious lips that parted sensuously when she smiled.“My name’s Callie – can I come in?” she purred.“Yes – I suppose so,” he. Sensing what Jason, Thad and Rick next had in mind, though, Andrea was hoping they'd indulge themselves in the 'other' park 'outhouse.'Oh, no! - they took her back to the bandstand. All of them dressed before they drove to the theater parking lot where Andrea had left her car.And once she was outside Thad's, he told her to take her clothes off and tossed her garments on the trunk of her car.That done, he bent her over a gas meter so that he and his friends could piss on her smutty nakedness.