"Fear knotted my stomach, but his finger did other things to my pussy and my will. "I'd like a cock where you have your finger," I hear myself saying....I had said it softly and only he heard me. He pushed a little harder and said, "That's nice but I think you need to tell my friends that and invite them to share the fun." God my pussy wanted it, bad but I kept my mouth closed. Inviting him to fuck me was enough, after all, there were six of them and I had never had a black cock in me before, one. Not longafter arriving and as we were sitting in her very lavished large home, shebrought up a topic that I thought I had hidden and buried long, long ago butobviously ghosts have no rest. You see, as a teenager I was quite therebellion and there was nothing else in my life except wine, women, and song. Onany given day of any given week I would typically be under the influence ofalcohol or dope if not both. Hot rodding around the local countryside withwhat was my "main squeeze" at the time,. She looked the epitome of a sweet, oriental beauty. My heart quickened. As we went up the escalator to the food hall, I stood behind her staring lustfully at her pert Asian bottom in her teasing little shorts. She was happy and relaxed and was either content with what lay ahead, or oblivious to my plans. I hurried her through the food hall, agreeing to everything she wanted to put in the basket. Her outfit seemed to accentuate her shy, girlish mannerisms and I couldn’t take my eyes off her. Victoria knew them; they were good friends of theirs. She knew he partied with them when he needed to wind down. He told me that Amanda would keep me company that evening. I felt a little uncomfortable about going out with them. It almost seemed like cheating on Elizabeth. Robert said that was BS. He asked me if I thought that Elizabeth never went partying like this. Besides, he said, she deserted you, so enjoy yourself. He seemed so irritated with her it was like he really didn't care what.