Four young girls left. Chantelle, short and black, with plump lips that I just want to nibble on, and curves to rival Daytona. I could have a great ti...e with her, I love the idea of a bit of race play, messing with the idea of slavery, checking her teeth, taunting her about breeding her, putting a collar on her and whipping her butt. I imagine forcing her down between my legs, fingers gripping her corn rows as those plump lips tease my swollen clit. I force myself over the edge, moisture. She left several times, to take care of the few other patrons she had, but she always returned with a smile and we picked up where we'd left off.I was most of the way through my third Scotch when I resigned myself to the fact that the brunette wasn't coming. I decided to finish my pipe and then leave. I puffed quietly, closed my eyes, and leaned my head against the padded chair back. Without opening my eyes, I finished my Macallan and rested the glass on my knee. Then I sat in silence,. “Honey, I’m very touched by her story, but the main reason that I want her to stay with us is simple ... Once she has gotten over her belief that sponsors are evil, her natural slut side comes out to play, and she’s just plain fun to be around. Besides, I told you, baby, you need a third woman, especially once this pregnancy hits hard, or for that matter, once I return to New Hollywood and do some more films. I promised to help line up a third, too, didn’t I? Well, I did, if you’ll recall that. Anne once again left the floor the guy escorting her safely to her seat, he was invited to join us for a drink, over the noise of the music I found out he had been at a party we had been to several months previously and had danced a couple of times with Anne. So it hadn't been a swingers party, but I got the impression a little more than dancing happened on the dance floor tonight. After a break he asked if I minded him taking Anne on the floor again, hell I was fine with it, once more they.