Why hasn’t she taken on a t-gurl?” “I am not sure why, but I think there are two reasons really. First, she is now “black owned.” She is ...assed from one black man to others fairly regularly and I tag along and watch or I get to clean her up afterwards.” “Nice! What’s the other reason?” “I, well, this is kinda my thing. My one bit of straying. I keep this private.” “Ok. I get it. So, the black guys fuck her and use her and you every once in a while have a fling with a t-gurl. Good. “Scoot down,” she said.A puzzling request. She didn’t want me looking in her eyes? Whatever.Without the support of the headboard, I found myself looking at the ceiling, not wanting to crane my neck, as she resumed her mad bouncing blowjob. I rolled my eyes, just another boring chick, thinking that only speed is the way to pleasure a man. I began to reminisce about sexier girls in my past, hoping to bring myself to orgasm so I could go home.As my cum began to build at the base of my dick, I. She wasn’t. High school wasn’t kind to all of us.”“Oh, Jesus!” I breathed. “So you’re saying she’s one of the walking wounded?” I asked.“I’m just telling you that her bluntness has cost her in the past.”I blew out my breath. “Alright, so what’s the bottom line?” I asked.“She’s going to email you tonight and arrange to meet you,” she said. “If that goes well then the two of you can start arranging other meetings.”I didn’t voice the opinion that I didn’t think our first meeting was going to go. Tonight, I imagine that she knocked on your door and you quickly deleted our messages. You go to the door to unlock it and she is standing there in a long pink gown. It must be pink because it's my least favorite color. She asks if she can come in and talk. I give you credit because at first, you try to tell her how tired you are and how you just want to fall asleep. All those early mornings and late nights (talking to me) are taking their toll on your body. She doesn’t take no for an answer..