We kissed once and I went to Marry's room. I went in and she was crying just like I thought, so I put my arm over her shoulder and tried to cheer her ...p."He's a dumb ass, sis, forget him," I said."I know, but seriously, what the hell is wrong with me? I mean I thought I had a good personality and everything, but these guys just get bored with me. Sometimes I think I should just switch teams," Marry replied."What, you mean go lesbian?" I asked."Why not, it's gotta be better than going out with. J,” I said, wishing I knew her name, wanting to sound sincere, “I will. Whatever you need, whatever you want me to do, anything I can do to help, just say it and I will drop whatever I’m doing and run up the stairs.”Her small hand grabbed my right wrist, squeezing it like a pipe wrench, pulling my hand away from the steering wheel where it had idly rested while we talked. She turned to look at me; for the first time, her dark eyes fixed on mine.“I take promises very seriously,” she said.“I. I could not help watching him cum in her hand. As we danced, Stuart rubbed his crotch against mine and I liked the feeling of his hard erection. He started feeling my tits and my hard nipples. Then he knew I was really excited…I was surprised but even more aroused when he reached between my legs and just helped himself, as I was not wearing any thong. I gasped, trying to hold back a loud moan, as he slid his finger in my wet pussy. Sitting next to the dance floor, his other black mates were. ‘Sam doesn’t slobber.’ Keri responded sharply. ‘And how could you even think anything like that of me?’ she continued indignantly. ‘Really Vicky, it’s a very reverent act for him.’ she concluded more softly. ‘I’ll bet.’ Victoria sneered . She now became ominously calm. ‘Look, you can keep him as your pathetic little foot slave if that’s what you want. The last thing I need to think about is some man, a fucking slave no less, out there whacking himself off fantasizing about my feet.’ This.