Guilty sex is better, I've often heard, and never understood, but it now seemed to be so. Deeper, more satisfying, a second orgasm in less than a min...te? Maybe being a girl wasn't all bad. Maybe I would like it. Maybe I did. I gasped, because I wanted to scream and could not. Pam's earlier order still constrained me.The pleasure of coming didn't stop, I may have come two or three times kneeling there, until Pam ordered sharply, "Enough!" I came near to swooning; swooning being the right. He had the funny feeling on the back of his neck again. Luckily for him, his two friends weren't long in coming.Jonny didn't stop at the table but took the girl into the back knowing Cathy would be right behind him. He was right."Cindy! Get my big bag!" Cathy yelled to her daughter over her shoulder, then added, "Jonny, out!"Jonny didn't even slow down as he passed Cindy coming in.Cathy went to the girl now sitting on the bed."Hi, I'm sure I'll hear all of what just went on later. However, I'm. "Jessica said you were good last night," Kathy said."Not the biggest though, that surprised her. She's heard that black men always have a big one between their legs," Milli said.Maurice's skin actually began to take on a red tint. "She told you that?" he choked out."Of course," Milli said as she burnished her fingernails much like Jessica did. "You wouldn't expect her to make a decision without our input." But to talk about that," Maurice said as his face darkened.I gently nudged Maurice into. Sigh! I went there. I felt dirty, guilty, disgusting. But I went there again. Then one day I met Bobby at the 7:30 show. I was entering through the door of the hall. The ticket man checked my ticket. Everybody inside was watching the guys enter. I was wearing shorts and a t-shirt. Some of the guys looking at me were waiting for me to take a seat so that they can sit next to me. Suddenly, a much taller guy than me, who was next in line behind me, put his arm around my waist, slipped his hands in.