” (There is a distinction, you know). He waved his wrist much lower. Then I saw a gaping hole about waist high—approximately the same height above...the floor as the one dad was using. It had escaped my eyes because the booth next door was dark. Haltingly, I stooped down and obliquely peered into it. There sat a guy with jeans down to his knees proudly showing a thick well-shaped penis that was pointing straight at the ceiling. He must’ve sensed that someone was on the other side because he bent. One of the goons pushed a button and after a brief pause the door opened. I instantly learned that I had been wrong about hearing music. It wasn't music, it was rap!And Christ was it loud!The man who was in charge of me now had a brief, whispered conversation with the man that had opened the door for us. Then he nodded to the goons and they led me through another door into a packed club.I looked around and was not reassured when I saw that I was almost the only white person in the room. The. .. irrational though it seemed, she could not forgive him either for leaving Camille in the first place, or for thrusting Randi aside so unceremoniously when Camille beckoned him back.She herself had long borne a small grudge against him too for joining his brother Eric, long ago, in trying to jam both of their huge hard dicks up into her pussy at the same time. It had been painful and shocking, and she had half-hated him ever since for acting so cavalier about it and not apologizing. Even Eric. " "How about this?" she said as she hugged him from behind and started nibbling on his neck. "That just tickles," he murmured, but he tipped his head invitingly for her to continue. She kissed and nibbled and reached down to pull his shirt over his head. He tried to slide the chair back and turn to her, but she took his wrists and put his hands back on the keyboard. "Type." she commanded. Her hands slid up his arms and down to caress his chest and stomach. Her lips found his bare shoulders.