The topic would come up every now and then if we were drunk together, but she always gently let me down again. For the most part I was coming to terms...with the fact that I won't ever be with her, but she was such a flirt, and I had so many feelings for her, it was hard to let it go. Then everything changed.We were hanging out at her small apartment. It was a Saturday and we decided to do some day drinking. When I got there, we immediately poured some mimosas. We sit on her couch, not too far. "Yes, Mr. Peters was most impressed with your offer. My boss rarely lets anyone off lightly with a gambling debt and I've owed him a good chunk of money for months; with interest it's over ten grand now. But he's willing to write the whole thing off as payment for your generous, and I must say surprising, offer. How can I ever thank you?"Ahh, what exactly did your boss say? And how did he describe my offer, dear?" Avril was preparing for the worst. Was her husband pimping her out! Would this be. ”The man who suggested this punishment was the same man who had discussed BDSM at the table in ChowKing. Joe smiled inwardly, knowing that he had made the right choice in inviting this group of men to his apartment.Abbey heard what the man said and how the others reacted positively at this suggestion. She trembled with both fear and curiosity at the thought of being beaten by a leather belt, but she was also determined not to spill anything.Because Abbey was unused to wearing shoes with such. I pulled the top of my dress down and unsnapped my bra. I wanted those black hands on top of my naked white breast. Hal hands completely covered them. He started to suck on my nipples as I reached down and pulled his hard black cock out his pants. I never felt a cock so big and hard before. I still had on my panties. I pushed the front to one side as I guided Hal’s black cock against the slit of my pussy. Hal sense that this was all new to me and let me take control of his cock being inserted.