Thank God I had found the leather work gloves. I pulled them off, but I was unhurt. A bad cut under these conditions could be fatal. I brushed away a ...lear spot on the floor, and sat down cross-legged, staying alert to the street. I looked my companion over. She’d been pretty, once. Early thirties, blonde, green-eyed, dressed in expensive but badly torn clothes, and filthy. ‘I’m not a soldier,’ I said, guessing that she might have been a victim of the rape squads, ‘Besides, I’m too old for that. Apparently the ladies' antics the night before had miffed some of them. So, we grabbed a small table and were shortly joined by Samuel, who sat next to Jaye, and two young Black lads from the night before who flanked Sheila. We husbands sat across from them and bought the first round. We laughed, drank and the ladies danced with their Black escorts -- Sheila, in her trademark breakaway bikini top, shortly became the crème filling in an Oreo sandwich, grinding on one Black stud while the other. I thought you said you wanted me to belong to you. But you already have someone else.”I felt hurt and betrayed. I’d let my guard down and had thrown caution to the wind. I’d ignored the little voice in my head that warned me that Michael was too good to be true. Instead, I’d listened to the erotic voice in my ear that promised me my wildest dreams while protecting and respecting me. Well, I didn’t feel very respected at the moment!“My beautiful, sweet Jill. It’s not unusual for a Dom to have. Comfy for resting your head against. Flat stomach, no six pack but not fat. This guy looks after himself but doesn't take it too seriously. Your hands reach his waistband, and you slide over his jeans. There is a definite bulge in front, and you cant help but give it a gently rub and squeeze. You realise that he isn't hard yet, and your mind wonders just how big he is hard? Could you take him all? Joe groans and presses his hardening bulge against your hand. You rub a bit more, and he starts to.