As I said earlier, I had always enjoyed sex before (even though I was relatively inexperienced) but this was a whole new world. This exotic experience...of actually fucking a black man, something strange and seemingly forbidden to me, was a reality now, and when I came it was the most life-changing thing that I had ever experienced. That first time my vagina actually bled a little from the size of Martin’s cock, but all I felt was pleasure.Over the next several weeks, we would frequently sneak. “You said she has been working a lot at her studio, she probably is distracted. Working so early at the coffee shop and then heading straight over to paint, she is bound to be exhausted.” Turning her head, “That’s not what I mean by distracted.” Knowing his fiancée all too well, he wasn’t fooled by her statements and laughed. The sound was tired. “Sweetheart, you grilled Marcus the other night and know there is nothing going on. What else do you need to know?” “I’m not fully convinced. I. "Follow me," he said."What am I in trouble?" said Jamie.The guard didn't respond, but Jamie followed him closely as he was guided through a few hallways and to a meeting room. He sat down in front of women in a nurses uniform. Her name tag said "Nurse Tabler". She looked around forty years old and was rather large with short brown hair.She spoke in a robotic and scripted manner as if she had given this speech hundreds of times."I'm Nurse Tabler, this is your first inspection. You will generally. I felt her undo a couple of buttons of my shirt and slip herhand inside. So this is what it's like to be on the receiving end, itwas something else I rather liked. While I would like to expand on theevents that followed, I will keep to my usual practice and shall leavethe rest of our make out session up to the reader's imagination.The movie ended all too soon. The lights came back on putting an end toour make out session. We readjusted our accouterments and exited thecar. I felt that it.