Cindy soon returned with a small white-board and an erasable marker. She furiously wrote, ‘Show us your dick!’ upon it, and added a cute smiley fa...e. She first showed it to Stacy, who nodded, and then held it up for Mr. Wilson to read, making a show of it by bending a knee, cocking her pretty hips and showing off her long legs. She then gestured the board, as if she was the sexy co-host of a game show.The girls watched Mr. Wilson closely. He read the note and appeared very thoughtful, almost. My bisexual experiences with men and women created earlier in my life shaped the sexual creature I am today. Having a high sex drive compiled with risky behaviors practiced made me a little reckless at times, but I liked the danger and thrill of meeting random people for intimate encounters. My motto was the Four F’s: find em, feel em, fuck em, and forget em. That way I wouldn’t get emotionally attached thus getting hurt.But that changed when I met my current boyfriend. I wanted normalcy but I. Jaq and myself were bouncing ideas off one another but nothing very original. The usual things were being done, such as tombola stalls and raffles, though they were raising a little bit of money but nothing significant.We attend the club on a fairly frequent basis, two or maybe three times a month, sometimes just to socialise and others to partake in sexy antics with other members. It was Monday evening and we were due at the club on that Friday, and we wanted to raise as much money as we. "Oh I'm ready! Get your sweet ass out here" he yelled back.The song that came on was the old tune "You Sexy Thing" by the band HotChocolate.I strutted out into the living room in time with the music to find Devsitting back naked on the couch, his gorgeous semi erect black cock snakedacross his thigh. I saw it twitch as I made my first little dance moves."Oh yeah, girl!" He encouraged me. "Bring it baby, bring it!"It's almost impossible to describe how I felt as I danced for him. It waslike I.