I made eye contact with a younger tall dark skinned black guy (if you read my other stories you know I am a total BBC slut). He walked up to me and sm...led. We said hello and exchanged names and when I asked him if he wanted to hook up he said "fuck yeah." I smiled at that and told him we should go find an open booth so I could suck his dick."I got a lot of dick for your pretty white mouth," he said to me."Lucky me," I replied. "I like them real big. Let's get a booth." No. No booth. If you want. I looked down and there was an Asian guy sucking me for all he was worth. When our eyes met he immediately pulled off my cock to kiss me, tongue deep inside my mouth, and invited me to his room.I followed him there and almost immediately I was sitting on the bed with him in front of me making out. My legs instinctively wrapped around his body and he started rubbing the outside of my hole asking if I was a bottom. I confessed I'd never done anything like that but he took advantage of me in my. I could dream of women without pain, without wondering if there was something wrong with me, without having to try to dream of men instead. But I did get tired of dreaming."I paced. I bit my lips alot. I gathered my courage. I signed up for a Women's Retreat one week in August. I got permanent butterflies of the stomach as soon as I had the ticket. I imagined the Retreat as some kind of wild orgy, or at least a long string of dates. I was nervous, and eager, and silly. My vibrator was a busy. ”“Let me put it this way. Since you played at that Country Club back in your hometown - and your records began playing on the radio, your record sales have totaled three hundred and seventy-five thousand. That’s not including the orders I mentioned that will go out this week. Now, at roughly seventy-five cents profit, each - your part gives you about two hundred and eighty-one thousand, in roughly ten days... “That’s not even counting what you were paid here at The Arlington and at the club in.