There were always a few other white women at these bars but seldom any white guys. My third night out I was at this old bar on the other side of the t...acks. Tyrone came over, introduced himself and bought me a drink. He sat next to me at the bar and started to talk. It was just small talk till he reached over and took my hand and put it on his crotch. "Ya like big cocks?" I didn't try to pull my hand away as I felt the large lump in his pants. "You the best lookin hoe that's been in here fo. I start to scream for help and he slaps me hard on my face asking me to stop screaming. I continue to scream for help and he slaps me hard on my face again this time even harder and nonstop 5 – 6 slaps across my face. I get scared of him as he was hurting me so I ask him nicely please let me go don’t do this please but even that did not work on him. He removes hi s t shirt starts to remove his jeans and I continue to beg him to let me go. His intentions were clear to me now and all I wanted to. KEN WAS A GUY I HAD WORKED WITH ABOUT 7 YEARS EARLIER WHEN I WAS JUST SIXTEEN.I WORKED WITH HIM FOR ABOUT TWO YEARS AND HE TOO ME UNDER HIS WING.HE WAS A SLIM CHAP WHITE HAIR AND ALWAYS VERY SMART ,AND HE ALWAYS SMELLED GOOD. HELLO THERE I SAID BACK ,HOW ARE YOU,VERY WELL HE REPLIED AND WE PROCEEDED TO HAVE A CONVERSATION FOR ABOUT HALF HOUR OR SO.HE TOLD ME HIS TWO DAUGHTERS HAD NOW LEFT HOME AND HIS WIFE HAD LEFT HIM A COUPLE OF YEARS EARLIER FOR A YOUNGER MAN.I FELT REALLY SORRY FOR HIM. I just laughed and said, "I can't believe some of the shit we've done. God, what people would think, or how they would feel. It would be so fucking ugly if the wrong people knew what had gone on."Kristina just laughed. My step-daughter looked at her, giggled, and said, "Well, I'm not gonna tell anyone. I don't wanna deal with what they'd think or say."I wanted more. I was still horny, even though I had already cum, and I wasn't sure when or if I would get hard again. Until Kristina sparked.