‘On the contrary dear, I want you and Kevin to continue being friends. Of course you can come over as much as you like as long as you remember that ...here is no chance of me having the same feelings for you as you do for me.’ She said reaching out for his hands. ‘I will try, but it will be hard for a while.’ He sniffed. ‘I know it will be hard for you for a little while.’ She said. ‘You will see that I am right about all this and you will feel better.’ ‘I’m kind of feeling better already.’ He. If they knew how sexy girls find it when a guy is a good dancer, they would all learn, for sure.I had always avoided black guys. It always seemed like they just wanted to score with a white girl, especially a pretty blonde, like me. My parents had always made it clear that they thought a white girl with a black man was wrong. I have to say I thought they were right. I figured the white girls that went with black guys either couldn't find a white boyfriend or were sluts with kinky desires.It. I was lead over to one side of the stage where I was tied up facing the audience but allowed to smoke a cigarette. I don’t know how long I stood there but I got to watch the husband getting cock and ball treatment from one of the dominatrixs and his wife. He was tied to a cross and a spreader bar was forcing his legs wide apart to afford maximum access to his cock and balls. They had tied some sort of device from his balls and had affixed weights to it; it stretched his ball sack and looked. Indeed, she was now using her rectal muscles to squeeze and relax my cock with each stroke which was amazing. I was losing concentration it was feeling so good and she had to remind me, “Keep chewing!”Her buttocks were squishing out at the bottom of each stroke and she was moaning deeply as I started to cum deep in her arse. It was too much and I lost concentration again as I bit down hard on her nipple and she screamed in pain. I released instantly as I realised but before I could apologise.