Everyone I saw around me was black or latino – which was strange to me because, other than Butch, there were no black people in the town I had spent...my life in.After leaving the store I walked a couple of blocks. I spotted a decrepit looking building with a flashing neon sign in front that said "Hotel Dallas". It was getting dark. I went into the lobby. I passed some worn out looking furniture where some bums were sleeping and went to the desk. The clerk was an older latino guy who seemed. Gently he caressed Batgirl’s bare left foot, then took a firm grip on her ankle. With his eyes looking directly into those of his victim he softly tickled her sole. Batgirl tried to recoil but the firmness of the grip prevented this and laid her open to a renewed, and more forceful, tickling. Now biting her lower lip Batgirl defiantly glared back down at her abuser. This only brought more tickling, lasting longer. She gritted her teeth, determined to avoid crying out after suffering a mere. When she turned back to face front, she started to wiggle her round firm ass a bit, like she was eager to hear the band. The feeling of her big firm as wobbling through her thin baggy pants on my now naked dick was incredible. I looked around and everyone was now in their chosen positions and there were at least three or four rows behind me. Meanwhile the Somalian woman's ass was now making my balls tingle when she did that all that wiggling and wobbling.Once the speaker came back to introduce. And for the first time ever, from the time I first met him, all those years ago when we were teenagers, teenage sweethearts, he started to sob. Tears flowed uncontrollably down his cheeks. I had never seen him cry before, he was always so self controlled, and that was part of his attraction. He was so grief stricken that people at other tables turned to look at him. I handed him a serviette that accompanied our drinks t wipe the tears.As he sobbed he uttered half intelligible words like, sorry,.