I pushed most of my cock back into her mouth, a little faster this time. Soon, I was pulling in and out and we got into a nice rhythm, of her bobbing...up and down on my cock as I imagined myself bending this 21 year old girl that looks like a 17 year old boy over and fucking her from behind. I matched my imaginary strokes to the pace of her mouthing fucking and before I knew it, I had her by her chin with my left hand so that she could look into my eyes as I finished myself off with my right. I don’t even know why I was freaking out, it’s not like I had a chance with him anyway so how I came off looking to him shouldn’t matter. But it did, it really fucking did. Making an abrupt one-eighty, I headed for the blessedly empty bar. I was vaguely aware that Darren and Juliet were making a toast. Grabbing a flute of champagne, I made my way to the side of the large crowd. Crossing my arms under my chest, I chugged down the champagne. I heard some girly cheering and shouting and rolled my. ‘We’ll eat under the main cabana,’ Mary said to the almost star struck young man. With that she picked up her robe, wrapped it around her. Then she reached down and grasped his hand, helping him to his feet. ‘I’ll be back in a minute,’ she said as she led him over to a table. Ryan could still feel the warmth and softness of her hand as he sat in a comfortable cushioned chair. He glanced around the beautiful setting again and thought that having a summer job wasn’t going to be so bad. He sat. I must admit that I'm a little nervous about some things are touchy matters when it comes to things which have dominant and submissive undertones with you, Bacchus, and Felix, because of the racial issues involved," I confessed."Honey, trust me, this isn't anything close to slavery, or I certainly wouldn't be part of it, no matter how good a man you are. I'd have to apologize to Harriet Tubman and Frederick Douglass if I did, and since they're dead, that's rather hard to do. I'm a free woman,.