I had no idea what I really wanted, except that he must not stop what he was doing to me. Playing my body like his own little toy, he came back to soo...he my lips, and I relaxed under him once again. He kissed me, but not for long, and he shifted and prepared for the next assault on my sweaty, naked body. What did he have planned next? I thought I could not take any more. He must have known that I had never been loved like this before - not that I was complaining! I left it to him to show me. The date with Sammi went in a totally different direction. I had a rare Thursday night off, she changed shifts with one of the other waitresses so we could go out.We went to a larger town thirty miles away. There was a new dance club she heard good things about. She was disappointed when I showed up in the van."Where's your hot car?"It's at home under cover." It wasn't, I had it stored somewhere else."I wanted to ride in it. It looks so cool." We can go get it, but if we do we have to change. ” “Do these women ever complain about this attention?” “Not that I’ve heard.” “Do you ever wonder why?” Silence. “Well, I have heard rumors going through the office andwarehouse.” “What kind of rumors?” “That some of the white women are sleeping with theblack managers.” “Does that upset you?” “Yes, it sure does.” “Why?” “Because they shouldn’t be sleeping around. I went down on all four and started to crawl slowly into the dark room. Putting my hands slowly one before the other, when I started to feel some skin – a leg? All I could see was the silhouette of a woman. “She whispered: yes come and join in, I’m a hot bi-girl.” My right hand started to stroke slowly up her leg. There I reached her wet pussy. My finger started to rub over her clit. I heard her moan: “yes give me more”. My head was pulled like a magnet towards her pussy, my tongue was craving.