Being held by a black man, she is wringing my tiny cock through my trousers and now she knows just how hard I am! Satisfied at last, she lets go, smil...s and says,“Well, I can see you are enjoying yourself. Hold the drinks, we’re going to dance.”I am left at the bar as they head for the dancefloor and start to move to the lively rhythm, grinning like c***dren. But I think the guy in charge of music has his eye on them and chooses a track with a slower tempo, a more sensual song. Whether he has. At the point I heard Marion's mother whisper to her husband, "He's such a nice boy Arthur," I figured I was on easy street. If only she could have known some of the thoughts I was having, looking at her daughter standing there in those figure hugging jeans. More than likely Mr. Cardiff already knew. He was staring at me, such as one might ponder a squashed ant. "We want her back no later than 9 p.m. sharp, alright?" he barked. Dad assured him he would have her home on time. I was luckier. Her panties were soaked through. It was obvious now that other girls were turning her on. Never in her wildest dreams would such a thing ever occur to her.At home that night she became the aggressor and fucked her husband till he couldn't walk. He looked at her with amazement at her sudden change in sexual habits."What the hell was that"? He finally said as his cock deflated.Indeed, she thought. What was happening to me?After a month at the job Angela knew many of the workers not only by name. Why is this so exciting, what am I doing? Damn my pussy is so wet.We park on the driveway of this pad, more like a mansion, it's well off the road and totally secluded. John opens the car door for me, again I reward him, it sautomatic now to do that! As we walk up the steps to the front door it is opened by John who welcomes us in and offers to take my coat. 'Very nice I do like that skirt, it would look good on the end of my bed' he laughs.'Cheeky, dont be so forward' I reply only half meaning.