.UGGG...UGGGGHHHH!!"I sank back down into the tub. I let the realization of what transpiredsink in with me. There wasn't a wall in here that didn't ha...e a mirroredsurface. There was no way to look away from who I had become. The sightof me masturbating made me wetter than than this bath could. But thatwasn't it. That wasn't the deal closer. I came because of what Iimagined. For a split second, I pictured this hot bitch, this hot bitchbent over a tub, pleading to cum, pleading for her man to. I got the impression that he was trying to distract the woman so that she didn’t realise that he kept looking at a virtually naked girl.Of course, I couldn’t stand in 1 place for the whole journey, and I turned to face the opposite side of the bus about every 5 minutes.When the bus got to the end of its journey everyone got off and most headed for the beach or the car park to walk along the tracks to wherever. I saw the 2 gays walking that way and guessed that they were going to the gays. I work at the Fidelity Investments Investor Center on Boylston Street in downtown Boston. I’m one of fourteen Black employees of the company’s downtown location. Eight men and six women. Here I am, a brother working in corporate America, and I have to tell you, it’s not such a wonderful life. Between all the backstabbing, treachery and wickedness I see at work, and the crap I have to deal with in my own life, I honestly feel like I am going to crack. Not that I let it show, though. I’m always. Thinking nothing of it, I drifted off to sleep. Then... it happened. I felt ,from my slumber, a hand slide slowly rubbing up between my legs. ‘ silence’ she whispered, as I saw aunt Traci glide her hand between my thighs. Rubbing. ‘ sush ’ As a tightened grasp pulled my vagina hard. Rubbing me softly..stroking, stroking. stroking, me slowly, squeezing my vagina and tugging . Massaging me deeply between my legs. ‘ silence’ she whispered, the stroke becoming deep. Feeling her lip on my nipple..