And some random dude wanted me to STEP on him.Was this a thing?Oh I was definitely a sweet summer c***d who knew nothing about the full range of kinks...in this world, let alone those attached to BBWs and BLACK BBWs. There were men in this world who wanted us, Black goddesses and Ebony queens...beautiful behemoths....to step on them and to rule and dominate. For an introvert such as myself, it was a wild request. For the little girl who was fresh out of her teens, it was confusing debauchery. If. She could not believe what was happening, but she had to look, regardless of how lewd Dominique's behavior was. The scene was positively mesmerizing.Maxwell pressed a lit brown cigarette to her lips and she drew deeply without hesitation, not even coughing this time. The sweet, acrid smoke of the marijuana curled into her lungs like a soothing syrup, sweeping away all trace of revulsion. Her head lightened, and she shut her eyes tightly as each drag burned its way down into her pulsating little. She was wearing a cute tight black skirt a few inches above her knees, tight sleeveless yellow sweater, black leather jacket and black leather boots just below her knees. She shuffled around to get her jacket and tote situated and then sat down and unzipped her boots. Trying to be discreet but still very interested, I watched as first her left and then her right foot came out of her boots. I was a bit surprised that she was not wearing any socks but very pleased so see that she had truly. .. “A sea breeze and an Anchor Steam.” I laid a twenty on the bar. Lisa was making her way back to the her seat at the bar. Heads were turning as more guys were checking out her legs. I moved so she could get back to her seat and sipped on my beer. “Thanks, nerd boy” said Lisa as she handed me back my Swiss army knife and sat back crossing her legs and surveying the bar. It had filled up a bit, but we were still alone in our corner. Lisa took the last sip.