.” My turn to pause. “One condition”“Yes?” She pouted a little in that certain way of hers when she wanted something from me. Normally a new...dress or a handbag.“I’d like to be present as well. I don’t want to hear about it after the event. I want to watch you being pleasured. That would be a turn on for me”. “Just come out and say it” She said. “You want to watch getting properly fucked by a black guy. A guy with a lovely body and an adorable cock. You want to watch me ride him; you want to. In all honesty they were identical but yet they seemed like polar opposites in attitude and their life styles that were more a modern approach to survival in a world that was tilted against their favor. In a way, I knew they were better off than me because I was a felon just released from prison and a “persona non grata” in decent society. At least they could fit into the housewife mold and carry off the deep cover of mother and member of a minority class in the struggle for relevance in the. ‘Because they can!’ he half exclaims and pokes his tongue into the inside of his cheek, making the blowjob gesture. Anywhere else it would look lewd but in the club it’s fine. ‘That’s nasty,’ I say, lightly shoving his bare shoulder. I picture dogs licking themselves and imagine what they would be thinking. I remember an ex-lover who would moan as I would roll my tongue around his balls before moving onto his cock. I smirk and he raises an eyebrow, obviously wondering why. The raw energy. Get on with it.”He sighed, “I've been to your restaurant before and saw you through the doors a couple of times. I thought you might look good all bound and gag-”Another acid glare, “Stop it! I don't want to hear about being your fantasy victim!”He held up hands, “Fine, fine. I was intrigued by you. The last time I came in, I really was drunk. And I got a little carried away with my thoughts.”“So part of your little fantasy was to actually demean me!?!?”“Well...yes.”I got up quickly. In the.