“I’m putting it back.”Putting the knife back was easy enough. Working up the courage to touch a predators cock wasn’t. Everything screamed at ...e how wrong it would be. My upraising told me to never do such a thing. “So have you always had a fetish for prey?” I asked walking up to him. “Yes,” he said.I was directing at his mid-level. I cursed seeing how much easier it would have been if I had bought an actual examination table. An opening between the legs would have made this easier. “Why?”“When. For an instant I froze, took another quick sip then rose and walked across to the door. When I asked who it was he answered, “That black cock you wanted.” (I do remember him saying that to this day). I loosened the robe opened the door and looked; he was a head taller than me, decent looking and nicely built. He’d told me that he was forty and married…he looked the right age.I invited him in, closed the door and locked it. We looked each other over a little (I pointedly stared at his crotch) I. It felt wonderful and needless to say I didn't last very long.In fact my orgasm was so intense that I groaned out load as I came. I quickly stifled the groan, but I knew that my sister would have heard it if she was awake. There was nothing I could do but lie there and wait, cum dripping into my sleeping bag. So much cum that I could smell it. I hadn't thought of that!Finally I fell asleep.The next morning Sandy got up first and when I climbed out of the tent and walked into the campsite she. So after I arrived I was to sit on a couch that had chairs next to it so that I could give somebody an opportunity to come and sit near me if they would like. After I had gotten there, I decided to order a glass of wine since I definitely needed a drink to calm my nerves and give me some courage for the night ahead. About 5 minutes later, I noticed that my husband had arrived. Per the plan, my husband sat far away from me back in the corner of the bar area. I had been sitting there alone for.