" I replied. "Oh really? What was it about?" she asked me. I looked at her in the eyes and wondered if I should tell the truth. Yes, I should. "...ell, if you must know, it was about you." I said. Lyndsey looked shocked. "Really? What was I doing?" she asked. "You were kissing me." Lyndsey moved closer to me. "LIke this?" she asked as she kissed me passionatley. "Yeah," I said when she stopped, "Like that." She looked me in the eyes. "What else was I doing?" I told her and she. I was surprised by how easily it went down the rabbit hole, trying not to think about the other guys having stretched her out. I kept thinking weird thoughts all the way through. The one that kept coming back was “Dude, what the hell are you doing”, but there were also ones like “Hmm I better go slow before I cum too early” and “Are you kidding me? You’re never gonna be able to cum”. I alternated between nearly shooting my load inside her and jumping out the window out of pure shame. I did. The blonde women turns to Trace,” Miss Wilkins, would you like to follow me into the main hall” Trace walked into a large hall, it had high ceilings and with massive hand carved door frames, framing each door that led to the room like a picture, all of the walls and ceilings were covered in the large white silk d****s again, the bar had been built in the corner just for the ball, pure white curved bar with red up lights. Trace was greeted by two men again dressed just like the two at the door,. He responded with "the doors unlocked, just come on in." And so I did.I walked inside his apartment and there stood a tall stocky black male and thankfully he looked as good as his pics. He had a very strong build and looked like he could pick me up with one arm. Needless to say I was completely turned on. He had on only a towel as he said he just got out the shower. We said out greetings and then he escorted me back to his bedroom. I sat on his bed facing him while he leaned against his.