Once at the pub, as my gay friend went to the bar to get our drinks, I scanned the place and found what I was looking for: a tall good looking black m...n, sporting a huge torso, a nice smile and, apparently, I could imagine he was also gay or at least bisexual…I approached him and introduced myself. We started chatting when Claude came back with the drinks.I introduced the men without explaining Claude why I had chosen Adam, that was my new black friend’s name. He gave me a nice glance, telling. As I finish up the backs of your thighs, I've come about to the end of my trip across your body. I nearly want to cry. Because my actual motive isn't a subliminal sort of seduction. It's because of the way your skin thrills my fingertips. The touching of you. The way my love for you is physically translated into electricity--the shock as I make contact, then the flow of current up and down my fingers. With you I am like a person touching high voltage wires: I cannot be loosed without a. . for a man, an older man. They think I’m crazy. They insisted I tell them who is was, but I wouldn’t because I don’t want to hurt him.”“Bailey, it’s safe here, no judgement. This man, did he hurt you?”I thought about Mr. F, he hadn’t hurt me, just fed me cum. But that wasn’t the story I was going for now. I shook my head and looked away, “God no, he’s ... he’s the sweetest man, but he doesn’t know how I feel. He’s always trying to protect me. And he’s so smart and I’d do anything for him to. You are still unsure. I push you over and prove nobody can see your face. You think about it for a moment then say “Fuck me good” I log onto a sex chat room and start fucking you. It doesn’t take long before we have a few people watching us. This soon swells to 88 people watching us. “You sexy slut we have 88 people watching us fuck” I tell you. The thought of being watched by so many people really turns you on. You are surprised at how turned on it is making you feel. I carry on fucking you..