Through the main hallway she could see a small crowd of women gossipingwith one another in the living room. She recognized some of them asJennifer's ...riends.Travis took her hand, diverting her attention. "I'm going to work my waythrough the crowd a bit, and see if I can't work on some potentials. Whydon't you go with Jennifer so I can maneuver?"Allison's protest was cut off as Travis tilted her chin up and kissed heron the lips. She closed her eyes, relishing the subtle scent of hiscologne. My eyes were drawn to a particular spot; he was really well endowed…I became aware that he had caught me staring at his crotch and, a bit embarrassed, I looked away. Smiling, the black man stood up and walked towards the men`s locker room.When I saw him walking, I could not help to stare again to his huge bulge.After a minute, I got up and followed him through the showers...I saw nobody was around. I found him was around a corner. He had removed his sweaty shirt to reveal his strong shaped. Art was for those people who couldn't dig ditches or light sweaty fucking people. No matter what he would say, I did my job well, and he knew it. I slipped occasionally. Three hours sleep will do that to you.A scream pierced the air, and I knew Candy Lipps had made it home. I kid you not. Candy Lipps. Directed by Rod Sterling, a man who rose up in the ranks from porn star actor to director because his creativity couldn't be denied. Oh, and the man providing the pistoning was a large Italian. ”I reached out to her hand. She scooted closer and seemed to really appreciate the gesture. “Like what?” I asked, as curious as I was concerned.“He ties me up, or wants to piss on me. A week before he left he had a party with two of his buddies. They all got drunk and took turns on top of me. I am feeling like a whore but maybe that’s just what I am.” She was near tears, I could tell.“Oh, Connie. I didn’t know. You’re too good to be called a whore. I think you are just doing what you have too.