Afterplacing his toes in the reinforced ends of the tights he drew themslowly up his legs savouring the embrace of the darker nylon, again theywere a ...ine denier and he revelled in adjusting them over the upper partof his legs, without further ado he collected the knickers from the bedand in no time had them on and the skirt readjusted, he wobbled slightlyas he stood into his shoes and walked towards the wardrobe mirror. Hestood entranced for fully thirty minutes. Swaying this way and. One night at a poker game in college in the late 70’s the young Marcus won a burntout biker bar and it’s land in a good hand. Our little hometown was once strongly racially divided and a lot of the racism still remained. Marcus had grown up here and knew first hand its bitterness.He decided he was going to give back to his own community in a fit of spite the same exclusion that the white community had given him. He poured all his time and money into it rebuilding it into a basic strip club. She knew better than to argue with me at that moment. She just held me close and tried to comfort me. I needed time to come to terms with what had happened, to get it all out. The frozen terror I forced us all to watch would be forever burned in our memories. I would never forget the chilling evil that stared back at me up the barrel of my own rifle, provoking me. They wanted me to fire. God knows I wanted to as well. My men were begging me to give the order to shoot. Our blood was boiling. But. HE EVEN SUGGESTED THAT HE STAND UP WHILE I GET ON MY KNESS. HE SAID MOST COCKSUCKERS PREFERRED THIS POSITION OVER ANY OTHER. BUTCH STOOD CLOSE TO STEVES CHAIR WHILE I WASTED LITTLE TIME KNEELING BEFORE HIM! IT HAD ONLY BEEN OUT OF MY MOUTH PERHAPS 20 SECONDS, BUT ALREADY I MISSED IT AND WANTED IT BACK IN! UNCLE BUTCH WAS RIGHT, THIS NEW KNEELING WAY WORKED EVEN BETTER AND SOON I FOUND MYSELF ABLE TO TAKE A GOOD 5" OF THAT BEAUTIFUL COCK QUITE EASILY IN TOTAL COMFORT. AS I LOVEINGLY SUCKED, MY.