Then slowly he snuggled his hand into my underwear and began to play with me. I was almost hard, feeling captive and excited for some reason but also ...ervous that someone might see what was going on. He looked around to see who was sitting near and then quietly asked me, “why don’t we go up in the balcony?” I replied, “yea, that’s okay.” I could not believe I was doing this but there was an eerie excitement about being fondled for the first time by a man...a very black man. I had never. We had a few hours at our disposal and she wanted to take it slow. She was like a girl next door, 5ft 4, boobs seemed to be nice And round but well hidden under the dupatta she seemed average overall, maybe that’s why she chose a guy like me.As soon as we were alone in the room she was no longer the girl next door. as soon as I locked the door she hugged me from behind her dupatta seem to have gone and i could feel her boobs on my back. I was helpless as i was caught from back she slowly moved. Shirt off pants saggin, showing off the tiny bits of muscle he might have.Packages started showing up on his front steps. No return label, no note other than "For Mikey." Mikey didn't tell anyone be he knew it was from one of his followers. At first it was just nicer shorts or pants for Mikey to wear around town. Each piece looked hot on his firm young body.But than the clothes got tighter and more revealing. Still hot, but not really something he could wear to school. Then he started getting. You need to gather your things. Is your vehicle locked?” I could only nod dumbly. “Good. So let’s go-your car will be fine until tomorrow.” He rose and headed toward the door. Should I follow him? Of course my feet blindly make their way in the direction he just headed, and I make sure that I have my clutch. I see his black suit jacket almost at the exit, and while part of me is wondering how he knew that I would follow, the other, less rational part of me just knows that I better hurry.