"Marcy's mouth dropped open."You... you want me to... ?" Yeah," grinned Jamal, "I been telling the boy here that for a White woman you ain't such a ba... fuck. Oh, he's had his share of the best... Black women, but when I told him what a slut you were, that you just couldn't get enough Black cock, he wanted to find out for himself."Nice tits," grinned the younger Williams as he rose, walked over and slipped his hand inside Marcy's dress, fondling her luscious breasts.Marcy was nonplused. She had. I was getting wet just standing there. But Elaine seemed to be wise to me and would have none of it."Oh, you are... Rachel," pensive, like she was a mind reader. "Umm, forgive me I don't recall the last name." This is a party," I said with my best smile. "Last names don't matter do they?" I said looking her straight in the eye still smiling.Naturally, the bitch wouldn't introduce me to the guy and I thought to myself that I'd never forgive her for it. (Of course, later on that was water under. She was free.After a while she got up and continued on her way. There was a zoo about ten blocks away. Martin had visited it once, years ago. Marti liked the zoo, and had decided to visit it again.She tried to buy a ticket at the front gate, but the woman in the ticket booth just shook her head. She pointed to a sign that read "Sex bots not allowed". Marti blinked at it in confusion -- it hadn't occurred to her that she might not be allowed in, simply because of the body she wore."I'm. Being called in to work on a Sunday. And this day was even worse. I had come to know a submissive online. She loves bondage and she has shown me a couple of her self bondage session over the weeks we have been chatting. I got to know a lot about her. At least about her kinks but not much more than that. Nothing about the city she lives in, all though she let slip she lives in the same country. I know her online name, which is "Trapped" by the way.O yeah, I know how she looks. At least clothed.