In all, the spirit of everyone there was jovial and friendly. I struck up a conversation with Pam who had all the accent and demeanour of someone who ...ame from money. I'm sure that hanging in her locker was some of the finest clothes that money could procure. Over her shoulder I watched Emma on the coffee table open the towel of one of the guys next to her. She giggled and patted the towel back down over the desperate man's cock.It seemed as though the patrons were all waiting for the night's. I was still keeping it secret from Frank cuz i didn’t know how to tell him though i wanted to.One Friday night Jack brought a friend of his to the game. His name was Sheron. He was a younger guy, about thirty, and really hot looking. He was over six feet tall, around 190 pounds with piercing hazel eyes, a great build and he was black. Really dark black, like guys you see from Nigeria or somewhere like that. i decided to watch the game, but only because Sheron was there. i sat near him. He was. My special pleasure as I grew older I began to occasionally assist her in dressing. Poor Smith would be sent out and I set first to help undo the hooks and eyes in her gown. This being removed revealed a delicious frothing of lacy petticoats and underskirts. As I helped remove these in turn I would sometimes find myself touching her thighs and feeling the perfumed warmth of her body, which made me quite enamoured of her. Occasionally when divested to her corset, stockings and bootees, she would. Blind folded I sat on the edge of the bed as she took off my shirt and suit. She stroked my cock erect and began sucking it pushing the tip all the way to the back of her throat. She had a smooth rhythmic touch. She moved away and came back with a bottle of lube and began fondling licking my balls tracing every vein of my dick with her tongue. The smooth rhythm had changed she was more urgent, she spoke “I want your cock inside me” and her voice was raspy. Hands and mouth felt aggressive,.