We sat, ordered and the flirting quickly turned to more overt conversation. Jeff playfully said, : How much would I need to give you to take off your ...anties?, Twenty dollars?” Truth be told he just needed to ask, but playfully, I responded “not that cheap.” I blurted out “$100. “ Jeff, contemplated the offer for a New York second, got his wallet out, pulled out a $100 bill and laid it on the table. “Ok, but you have to take them off here at the table and I get to keep them.” I looked around. He pulls-off a bespoke suit well, and has that distinguished lightly-graying, but just at the temples, look. Though he likes a fine cigar,and I've wheedled him into a bit of pipe use, he's frustratingly hat-averse. He's exactly forty, an even six-foot, and fairly buff for a non-laborer. Just the right amount of moderately hairy, but impeccablybarbered below. And well-manicured--which is the biggest problem whencavorting with the lower-orders, other than that they're all very poor.He boasts. It was the first time that I had ever had any real encounters with black people and I was terrified, to think that five of us would be sharing a two bedroom apartment scared the dickens out of me.. I remember the hours we would chillout in the bedroom we shared listening to music and playing video games. It was a sweltering night and the only thing that we had to curb the heat was a little old fan, not long after we had gone to bed for the night a terrible thunderstorm rocked the house, it. I bet they told you that that you was to good to be around us black people didnt they, but you liked my black hands touching you when you didnt know it. Your pussy got so wet the first time you were laying there and didnt know I was touching you. He said you liked me sticking my old black dick in you the first time didnt you, you liked the way it looked and felt when I fucked you with it didnt you. You liked wrapping your pretty little lips around it the first time I made you suck it didnt you..