I was very nervous waiting for her. We hadn’t exchanged photos, so I had no idea what she looked like. What was worse, she had no idea what I looked...like. It was worse for me, at least. I was always self-conscious about my looks and it always came back to the surface times like this. I busied myself with a game on my phone to kill the time. When I looked up there she was. We had texted what each other were wearing. I was not disappointed.She was wearing a black and white dress. Ankle length,. “Yes, it’s the best part of the flight, isn’t it?”“So far ... yes, but there’s a long way to go. I have hopes.” He said, tucking his tongue in his cheek.“Stop!” she laughed, punching him on his bicep.“Hey, not so hard, you have a terrific punch there...” His fingers gripped her bicep and she realized that he was quietly copping a feel. The back of his fingers slipped easily along her brassiere until he could feel the beginning of her breast. She allowed it patiently, then looked at him and. The men hadtreated the women with difference as they were white and loved to fuckthier black cocks. Finally Jan called a phone number and talked for awhile. Lisa spoke for a few mninutes and then hung the phone up. "Howardis sending a bunch of nigger cocks to fuck us for money. They like to cometo a nice house and fuck." They were there in twenty minutes. Twenty minutes and then the doorbell sounded. Gloria went to the front and saw about fifteen black men,most of the men were of a better class. Now, have you felt any side effects? Any cravings for drugs?" Gee no sir (she called me sir!) I don't like those bad drugs anymore! But I get so horny lately, it makes me crazy! I just play with my little cunny all day. Am I a bad girl mister?"No dear, you can't help it. Us Doctors call it Affective Nymphomanic Response Syndrome. Do you know what that is?" I don't know those big words Doctor. What does it mean?" You're a slut Pammy, a horny slut." Wow, I'm a slut, cool!" But you can't cum, can.