I bent my head back to make that easier. Intense heat was building inside me. Everyone could see it happening. I made plenty of gasping and whimpering...noises to reinforce what they were seeing, not put on, involuntary. The vibrator buzzed, John caressed me, his cock in my mouth, the men started repeated cheering, "Go Cindy, go." My arousal went higher and higher until the feelings were uncontrollable, growing as a huge bubble inside me ... it burst with my shouted gasp of joy followed by. The seduction was on. Danny Bird had one of the other women in a corner dancing very close to her. As we passed by them, I saw that his hand was under the woman's dress, feeling her ass to see if she was me.As we continued, Ken Spagnoletti appeared out of the slowly revolving lights. I moved away from Billy, just for a moment. Grabbing Ken's arm, I pointed to Joan Bird. Ken let out a low, soft chuckle, as he nodded. Downing the last of his drink, he sauntered in her direction. I knew that Danny. Soft, velvety sift, and smooth. I would wrap my hand and it never fit in my hand. He was so thick. He would grab my wrist and tell me up and down like this. He started breathing just slightly off but not much. Out of curiosity I asked "Does my Aunt's hand fit this in it?" he groaned and his cock twitched and throbbed so hard I jumped and moved my hand away. I got scared. He told me that that's what happens when he hears something he likes. He liked me asking about my Aunt. He said his "cock" is. Let me tell you a little bit, “how” it was over there, so you see, “why” it was so hot for me, and why I yearn to experience this once again …When I arrived at L.A. airport, he picked me up, and he brought me in his house in Santa Monica. He fucked me real hard for a few days, but then he told me to dress-up real,real slutty, and went with me in a black club in L.A.Here he presented me as his “white-trash-slut,” to all the guy in the club, all horny black men. I got fucked there, as never.