” Alyssa was in full control now; she knew she could make Carmen do almost anything. “Uhhhh...I want you. I...mmmmm.” Carmen reached one hand d...wn to feel Alyssa’s thumb as it continued to massage her clit. The other reached down too but Alyssa grabbed it with her free hand and brought it to her face. Alyssa licked Carmen’s fingers and stuck them, one by one, into her mouth. “Tell me what you want me to do to you. I want to hear you say it again.” Carmen thought she would explode. Her moans. (As you may well have noted, much of the trouble I got into in those days was of my own making.) The tavern where I stopped looked ordinary enough to me, but I was greeted with stares and mumbling in the smoky room when I ordered a tin of beer and a meat pasty. "What's the problem?" I asked the superannuated inn-keeper."Yer 'at," he said, pointing at the non-descript thing I had pulled down over my ears. "Where's yer cockade, then?"When I continued to look stupid, he jerked his thumb toward the. He did the only thing he could do.He rushed over to me and wrapped his arms around me and held me until mymind shut down to force me to sleep.I began to dream instantly. I found myself not in a black empty void, buton a meadow perfectly flat for as far as you could see. The short thickdark green grass tickled my feet. The softness gave me goosebumps. Theslight breeze took hold of my black hair that reached all the way to myankles. It rustled my hair as well as the grass and I faced into. Frankly, I did want to do something super naughty — and I mean something as bad as 'if my guy finds out, I’m divorced' bad. Well, this was my chance.For those who don't know, Boston Mandingos is the Boston chapter of black gentlemen who gather to have sex with white females, any kind of female, couples, and cuckold couples.I emailed from off the site and the return mail welcomed me. Ed said he knew me from other lifestyle events and said the party was at a hotel in Boston and we’d meet at the.