I was having a miserable time just hanging around waiting for Ben and drinking when this really gorgeous African man came over and introduced himself ...o me. He told me his name which I couldn't pronounce but it sounded a bit like George, so that's what I called him.We talked and danced for a couple of hours and as I'd had a few drinks, I didn't object when his hands started to roam, squeezing my bottom and playing with my breasts. I was actually enjoying it as Ben had been neglecting me a bit.. “Bend over and show the nice lady what you have back there.”By this time I was numb just kind of going though the motions so I just leaned over and looked at the ground. The two girls talked about how pretty the little jewel looked waged in my ass. Then the lady started pushing and wiggling it.“How well does it stay in there?” The lady asked.“Its in there pretty snug.” Mistress said. “We just recently stepped up in size,” go ahead try and pull it a little.”I could feel the lady twist it.“Oh it. Not totally secluded, but certainly shady enough to feel as though we were in our own world. We came to a small clearing with a downed tree across it. You turned to me, pulled me by my hips toward your body, and kissed me, deep and wet. I'm sure you felt my growing hardness, as your supple breasts melted into my shirtless torso. I ran my fingers through your hair, down your body, landing on your ass to squeeze your body closer to mine. With one hand, you deftly reached behind your back, untied. I stood up, mumbled “F*ck it” under my breath, and walked into the crowd of dancing lesbians.Do you know how awkward it is to dance by yourself amidst a crowd of people all dancing in couples or groups? I’m pretty sure it’s up there in my nightmares with showing up naked to middle school and my teeth falling out of my face. But nevertheless, I started dancing. And then I saw her. I had never seen a real boi before, and this one was all abs in a sports bra and cargo shorts. She looked like she.