I was surprised to hear Jana refuse. Katrina shrugged her resignation and walked slowly away, casting a rueful smile in my direction as she departed.J...na and I briefly and quietly discussed whether or not she wanted to remain in her current situation. She did, for just a while longer. Up close to her I couldn't help but notice her erotic physical condition, her long nipples, her fat swollen distended labia, her erect clitoris, and her shining oil coated brown skin. She looked good. Our murmured. Mostly sucking them. If the women in the photos had a wedding ring on, I assumed they were married to white guys, and cheating like my ex wife did. Seeing white married women with black guys really turned me on. Last Friday I was on line and popped into a Married Men For Men's chat room on line. After two years of sulking and working myself into a cave with no friends outside of my office, I was interested in checking things out. The men for men thing just sort of came up and I was curious. “What’s your clit… and what do you mean you almost came,” Gina asked, becoming more curious.“Wow, you really don’t know much about sex, do you,” Becky said to Gina, and then she added, “The clit is that little bump at the top of your vagina that you or a boy can rub to make you feel really good, and if it’s done just right, you can ‘cum’, which is another word for having an orgasm… now if you want to know what an orgasm is, try rubbing your clit sometime and believe me, you’ll find out.” “Oh,. Ever! Now, even though it’s so late, and I still smell like sex, we’re riding down the streets in the back of a long, sleek black car. Michael says he has a surprise for me, a way to celebrate the holidays and start our week together off right. Considering my purple Vibease is nestled in my panties, I can only imagine what he has in mind. He already told me we’re going to the Red Light District. Oh goodness, and here we are. “Take my hand, Karly, and don’t stray far. Oh, and before I forget.”.