“Betting night,” was the reply. “Huge money changes hands. Way out of my league. Fortunes made. Fortunes lost.”“And what is bet?” I asked....“Horses?”“Not horses. The Longest Tie.”I burst into laughter. “You men are going to bet on who is wearing the longest tie?”For the first time a smile cracked the wooden face of Dan.“Yes.” He quickly changed the subject by asking me if I wanted a drink? I affirmed and chose a sweet Martini which he quickly provided. The drinks cabinet in the Bentley was well. ..until...I take care of it. “You mean until you cum? You were gonna say dum right?” “Yes ma’am, I was gonna go to the bathroom and relive myself so it wouldn’t weird you out that I heard a hard on while right beside you...” Melanie took a few seconds and was almost like contemplating something. “Come with me, I have some clean shorts upstairs in my closet. I don’t want you to have to try to sleep in those messy shorts.” I got up, full blown erection just swinging left and right at this. After we dry ourselves off and throw on a couple of my nightgowns. Tammie looks at me and says "What have we gotten ourselves into, Shante?" I don't know girl!" One minute I'm getting my flat fixed by a nice teenage kid, next I'm watching him fuck my best friend" I know, right!" How could two strong black women like us, become so submissive two a teenage whiteboy?" I hope we're not becoming a couple of white cock whores" I feel so confused. On one hand, I feel degraded and humiliated. But on. It's just foundation and a little mascara,virtually invisible but I know if I don't put it on, my mother willinevitably notice and yell at me for not 'keeping up appearances'. Nextup are my tights, clingy and almost black, they highlight my slender legsbeautifully- and drive home even harder the fact that they are girl'slegs. Then comes my blouse, my tie, my blazer and finally my short, darkblue skirt.After I brush out my hair, I stare at myself in the mirror and almoststart crying."My name is.