She kissed my lips a few times and moved back to my ear. This time instead of biting it, she whispered softly and seductively into it. “Fingers or t...ngue?” she asked me. For a moment I could not find my voice, all I could think of to do was moan. I did not know which answer to choose. Did I want her to lick my pussy until I came or did I want her to fuck me with her beautiful fingers? “Tongue,” I finally let out, almost in a begging tone. I wanted to feel her warm tongue pressed up inside of my. Diana just winked at her friend.Marcus ordered a round of drinks for them."Ladies and Gentlemen," the black disc jockey appeared up on stage and announced. "Tonight is amateur night and we will be starting in a few minutes." If you haven't signed up yet," he continued. "Please do so now as it looks like we will have a full house tonight."The black guy sitting next to Diana, his name was Tyrone, lit up a cigarette and took a long drag before passing it on to Diana. Diana inhaled before passing. More than anything else, he was a charming guy. I never got tired of just watching him all class. I kept up with all his assignments and went to his office hours, though he showed no interest then to just answer my questions. The end of the semester was within a couple of weeks, and I was a little dissapointed. I guess those smiles once in a while during his lessons meant nothing afterall. I been aching for just a little bit of physical touch, but I never seen him hug anyone. Today, I wore a. The sight made me wonder in the back of my head if I was on some sort of drug for a moment or two, until I realized it was obviously real. Men and women dressed as all manner of farm animal, that much I had expected, to see people dressed like pigs and wallowing in mud or eating with odd hooves on their feet, pony people prancing about a field, cow girls being milked by people dressed from farm folk to dressed as children and wearing clothing that was of varying levels of appropriateness for.