By that time I even understood as what happens when it's wedding night from my aunts and cousins. I was getting more interested. As the rules of my fa...ily I was not allowed to look or speak at men. But sometimes while going for personal shopping I was feeling shy when some men were looking at me. One of the days I went for shopping with my aunts. I was standing while I covered my all body wearing a white color bra and blue top. And short which covers uptown my knees. Above all I had a black. Bitch shook his head YES and she untied him.Bitch obviously struggled to assume his position between her legs as Mistress waited to see how fast he would obey. After a moment he said, "Mistress," in a trembling whisper, and paused. Another moment and he spoke again. " Mistress can I eat your pussy?"That was all she needed to hear, "Lick it, Bitch. Clean the outside first. I'll tell you when to tongue it."He started to lick her with all the energy he could find until he realized she had reached. I met her at a bar and we hit it off. We both got drunk and made out in a bathroom stall. I knew it wasn’t right; I was married! But yet I went back to the same bar at the same time the following weekend. Gut told me it was to see her again, but I didn’t want to admit it. I was about to turn around and leave when I saw her, and about a second later she saw me. She made the move. She gave me her number and whispered in my ear her joy of seeing me again. After that…it became like clockwork. As. In such a large organization, hook ups were pretty common and I had no trouble getting pretty much all the sex I wanted. For some reason though, I became very curious about a group of four older white women, 3 of which were married, who kept up steady sexual relationships with younger black men. As it turned out, one of these women, Effie, who was married and looked to be in her early 50s, was the girlfriend of Mike, who was 37 and was my mentor at the company. Over beers, Mike would.