Her hips began their cowgirl dance. Her breasts rocked before his eyes. Her hair swished back and forth to her increasing motion. He held his breath, ...ighting to keep from coming too soon. He wanted her to come first. She panted with each thrust of her hips. Suddenly, she let go of his arms, leaned back, gripping her calves as she humped him. He grabbed her waist holding her and touching her belly then her breasts, kneading them. She leaned forward onto him again. She kissed him and he rolled. .?" he breathed softly.Still looking deep into his eyes, I reached up and caressed the bulging triceps of his left arm ever so softly with two middle fingers of my right hand, as surely an act of worship as bowing before him."Especially black men ..." I purred reverently, my own voice little more than a hoarse whisper by now.It was all the invitation he needed: his hand slipped around my waist and pulled me toward him, and I yielded in sweet surrender, shuddering all over as the lips I craved. But every week I continued to reject him. Then one Friday it happened, Sandra and I had a big fight again because she wanted me to go with her and some friends to a party. She was furious with me when I refused to call in sick for the night at my 'bakery' job. After she stormed off, I got ready for work as usual, donning my feminine persona for The Fifth Wheel. At roughly 11:30 pm I noticed a group of college k**s come in for a few drinks, they were already pretty loaded. Horror seized me when. Man, I was rubbing elbows with high society and loving it. Thanks to Monique, I met congressmen, judges, lawyers, doctors, philanthropists and other movers and shakers of the world. Monique had this group of young Black women she called her ‘Sister Circle’. They were really something. Stunning, brilliant and worldly. A group of truly impressive ladies. I met a tall, light-skinned sister named Ariel Robson, daughter of the first Black man elected as the Massachusetts State Senate Treasurer,.