Buck offered his wet black fingers to my wife to lick them clean. Ana kept looking at me across the table, while she licked her own pussy juices out f...om these dirty fingers.The black guy said it was to leave for some naughty sex. The bastard paid for his drinks, but he made me pay for ours. Buck led us to a near hotel, where he was staying. As soon as we got to his room, I excused myself and went to the bathroom.When I came back, Anita was on her knees, sucking his thick dark cock…I was a bit. Finally I figured out how to put it on backwards with the hooks in frontwhere I could see them and get at them easily. Then, with the strapsdangling loose, I gingerly shifted it around so it faced the right way,and the hooks were in the middle of my back, between the shoulder blades.Now I tugged the straps up, and snugged everything into place. I ran myfingers up under the cups and made sure they were centered exactly overmy own nonexistent breasts.Time for another look in the mirror. I gave a. I didn't want to. I only wanted to know everything about her, to tell her everything about me. Well I did my best to make it through a few minutes of idle chat and she left .I kicked myself for not coming up with a reason for her to stick around a little while longer .But my fried said she thought she liked me and would be by the following day. Well I couldn't get the vision of her out of my mind .Literaly everywhere I went and everything I did I was thinking only of her.It was as if I was. " I think I've heard that before," Cynthia said, looking reflective while chewing on a hay straw. Becky, though, felt lost. She'd spent as much time as the others in college, but she'd never studied or even heard of such a thing. She'd focused on the arts, politics, media and communications, so she was a bit lost by the discussion. But not wanting to appear foolish, she decided to remain quiet and see what she could contribute. She figured she might have to do some research when she got home."I.