I wandered around the booths a bit and noticed some promising possibilities. My usual come-on trick is to go into one of the larger booths while leavi...g the door open. I make sure it the video screen is tuned to a got gay flick and then stand near the door. I picked a booth with a couple of chair in it and changed the movie. Having done this, a good looking black guy came to the door and stopped. Then he turned around with his back facing me. I didn’t quite know what was up, until I noticed. He never forced her, did not even really seem to lead her, but the time came when her whole body tingled with emotions and sensations he had aroused in her, her mouth almost ached from the exploration of his tongue, and his hand was gently brushing the black tip of one bare raised nipple -- for she had not worn a bra under that light white dress. Jasmine got to her feet, closed the top of her dress, and kissing his hand said, "I'll be back soon. I want to think alone." She stepped. Broke down a bit....im sorry David I don't mean to pry, I just want to help" I just knew that right now my face was the colour of a setting sun! I felt annoyed, embarrassed and just wanted to get out of there."Well....erm....yes well it's difficult at the moment but we'll be ok" I said, trying to be polite. I went to go and was about to say bye and see you tomorrow but Betty's hand found my arm."Don't go, not just yet" She smiled warmly, her green eyes seemed to penetrate far into me, studying. He thinks wistfully of Stephanie being whipped. He has said that Carl is verylucky. He believes it. He hates it. Carl is consumed by Lauren's beauty. He has never had a slave as perfectto look at as Lauren. Before he gets too old to appreciate it, he wants tobe served by a beautiful slave like young, effortlessly rich, undeserving Jamieis. So, that's where the problem is. Can't have them going around thinkingbad thoughts like that. I think little Ange can deal with it though. Justa tiny push..