"I'm black, so I have rhythm." You have rhythm." She chorused with him, and they both chuckled. "What's your name?" I'm Gary." Nice to meet you. This ...s driving me crazy. I can get the rests, but then the notes don't make sense. When I get the notes, the rests don't add up." Oh yeah. My Jazz teacher told me about this. If you add an eighth rest to every rest, the timing works. But don't stretch the notes to match." Umm. Huh?" Here." Gary sat and put down his books, then pulled out a pencil. He. Viewers had stopped messaging only to give full attention to their own climax. What they saw was incredible! This beauty, this young woman so seemingly untouchable on the street, was impaled deep on this man’s cock and the combined juices of their fucking was practically spurting in pressured sprays from around the tight fit of their union. If ever there was an act of pure sex, this surely was it.When she finally came down from her transcendental high, in heaving breaths she turned around to. I had my nails painted red and I wore red lipstick to make my outfit complete. Before I left my hotel room, I had the urge to take off my panties and go without them, so I did. Now I truly felt daringly sexy. I took a deep breath and stepped out of my room and walked to the elevator, and down I went.After another deep breath at the door to the Midtown Club, I walked in. There was music playing, people dancing, people talking. The men outnumbered the women almost two to one, the odds of meeting. She remembered a gentle orgasm and falling into a deep sleep. She struggled to sit on the bed. Waves of shame and humiliation followed the memories.Shame and humiliation worse than any she had felt yesterday. Yesterday's shame and humiliation had been caused by things that were done to her. Today's shame and humiliation were caused by things she had said and done herself. Just as yesterday, her shame was compounded by the betrayal of her own body as the humiliation sparked the lust and her cunt.