That's so sweet of you to say."Sandy looked at me with mischief clearly on her mind. Suddenly shegrabbed me by the shoulders, pulled me to her, and k...ssed me hard. Ifigured out what she was up to and played along. Gerry tried to actlike it didn't bother her, but I could tell she was fuming withjealousy. Sandy let me come up for air and then helped me take off thegown. I got dressed as she gathered up her tools."Well, I just came back here to see if you and Jeff were ready to callit a. " My cock throbbed in my panties. "Me too, Mistress. I can't wait." "I know, sissy. You are a slut aren't you? Tell me that, Evie. Tell me how bad you want me to fuck you." Mistress Sarah's orders energized me with lust and excitement. "I want you to fuck me real bad, Mistress. I want to be your slut." "Mmm. Are you my bitch?" "Yes, I am your bitch. Please fuck your bitch," I begged, my cock throbbing harder by the minute. "I'm going to fuck you hard, bitch! That's what you want isn't. I grew up with the attitudes of my family and friends. In short - I was pretty much a racist. I was a product of the times when there were separate drinking fountains and separate restrooms for blacks and whites and the word 'nigger' had a prominent place in my vocabulary. After leaving South Carolina and seeing some of the rest of the world there were some changes in my attitude. I served with blacks in the Army, I worked with quite a few in different jobs and in time I came to accept that. So, there we were, getting a buzz and she was all flirty. We were all alone, and he dared her to walk around the bar and kiss me. We both declined for at least the first half hour. Some people walked in and out, then he dared and begged again. Finally she walked around the bar and we awkwardly kissed. It was clumsy and our teeth banged together. A bit later we kissed again. And she even flashed us her breasts from the corner of the bar. My husband drove me home and we fucked like rabbits. The.