"What's your name?"The Israeli looked at me and said, "Jewish Chick." then she walked away."You don't want to get to know anyone here Oz. We are all j...st nicknames here. It makes the whole thing less real." I said."Who are you?" she asked."Skinny Blond chic to the rabble," I said."So who will I be?" she asked."Big tit blond chic," I said. "Now go to sleep Oz. This may be your last chance before you get your cherry popped." I'm no virgin," she said."There are all kinds of virgins honey. Tomorrow. That was when they noticed someone watching them, and Mike cautiously approached the stranger, gesturing for him or her to come inside, albeit unarmed for now. The newcomer was tall, with dirty blonde hair, and after close inspection, quite female, as her removed hat and trenchcoat revealed. She was a little shaken up, but once she had some beer and food in her, she calmed down somewhat.“Sorry, I had to get away from James. He’s just gotten crazy of late. I don’t know what’s gotten into him! I. Raising her legs high along his sides, bringing them almost back to her shoulders, she ran her hands over the rippling muscles of his chest and abdomen. “Don’t stop. Keep fucking me, baby.”“Say you love it. Say you love a big, white cock fucking you, Sylvia,” Brent said, thrusting into her harder, sending his rigid masculine shaft into the depths of the black teenager’s cunt so that it banged repeatedly against her cervix. ”Say it, baby. Say you’re a slut for white cock.”“Yes! Unnngh! Ohhh! I. I do want to make Gary happy and give him what he wants, BUT I have to at least enjoy doing it.February First FridayFive of us girls stopped at a new lounge. Karen (you remember Karen - from the Intern Party? Slut, slut slut!!) had been in the place the night it opened and she said it was a real fun place. My God! It was one huge meat market (and some pretty good-looking meat at that). We had no sooner sat down than Karen said:"See that tall, hunky looking redhead at the bar? He doesn't know it.