I was concentrating on her tits, twiddling her nipples with my thumbs. I felt her soft soapy hands grab my already semi hard cock, and she started to ...assage gently. This always drove me nuts, and basically everything I was doing to her stopped. I let out a long moan.“Got to get everything nice and clean.” She playfully said as one hand was jerking my pole, and the other was massaging my balls.I grabbed the soap, got a lather going, and reached between her legs. “What’s good for the goose...”. I hung around on the dance floor talking to a couple friends and dancing a little. I was getting ready to head back to the booth when I saw a guy heading my way.As he was walking through, from I guess, the bathroom; I gently grabbed his arm and started dancing with him. He said his name was Pete and all I could think of was how my grandmother would call a penis a Peter when I was a young kid. I thought this may be a good omen. We danced until the end of the song and he held my hand and started. And they were amused. She noticed them shifting in their seats trying to adjust their hard ons."Looks like I go first," Cy observed. "Three jacks. I think I'll go first with the plumpy nigger." With that he took a long swig of beer. Shanika was quietly pleased to be first choice even if it was with the gray haired old man.Roused from gaping at their captive black sex slaves, the others picked up their cards."I'm next," said Ed. "Two black queens. You'd think I'd get both those colored girls.. That is, if everything goes fine with the assholes in Chicago. They had it in their heads that I was staying for the duration of the job.’ ‘It will be about ten days before I have to leave for my next competition,’ Lindsey said. ‘Is that enough time to get your shit together and marry me again?’ ‘Hey wait a minute, do you mean to say that you haven’t found one of those guy bodybuilders that would marry you?’ Lindsey laughed and said, ‘I’ve had dozens of offers but none included marriage..