That was a start.The big move came when, on a Saturday night, I picked-up a nice married guy about twice my age. I’d gone to a bar that was known as...a gay hangout (this was before it was a common thing in that area) with the intention of bringing a guy home and getting him to fuck me. This guy was almost perfect; he was white though. He wasn’t drinking much and when I hit on him (lightly) he seemed interested and gave me all of his attention. I allowed him to buy me a few drinks but had no. She was tensing up again, thinking about how much she had left.‘Who is in charge here?’ I asked her. If I am to be honest, I didn’t know the answer to that question. I was just instinctively doing what my coaches and trainers have done with me. The way they took charge, and gave me a clear path to success.She closed her eyes as she grimaced, grunting the words through gritted teeth ‘you are.’‘That’s 53.’ I told her. ‘My job is to get you to 60. Your job is to do what you’re told. I plan to do. I pressed my breasts together for him as we were rocked back and forth from the fucking I was receiving. I could see the tip of his cock poke through the top of my breasts with each thrust; I lifted my head up to it and let his head slide onto my tongue with each pass.As my guy began fucking me harder and faster, moaning as he increased his speed and intensity; I begged him "Not yet, don't cum." There was one more thing I had to do to complete my experience. As he slowed and pulled his. You looked at me in the mirror. "Ya? You like fucking that tight little pussy?" I loved the way you talked dirty to me. I grabbed onto your shoulders with both hands and beat your cunt into submission, making you yell. "Yes! Yes! Yes! Oh my God, I'm cumming!" Your warm juice felt great around my shaft. I slowed down again and grabbed a hold of both your tits. I watched my spear stab into you over and over, and felt my pressure rise. "Mmmm," I giggled. You spread your ass and looked back at me..