I do not know why, but I started to really enjoy this specially to watch them struggling to get away from my grip and have done so with all the female... I had affairs with and have seen them literally begging me to stop.Learning and practicing on her and Manda who use to get exhausted that I could keep digging her with my dick turning her legs in all directions she was like do what you want but I don’t have the energy.I had become an expert in this and would only let go when my fingers use to. To give someone our lives to play with. And while I’m trapped in that locker that’s exactly the position I find myself in.Another thing I’ve learned while being a slave to Tahlia these past few weeks. Time goes slowly. I’m always waiting for her! But eventually back in the locker I would hear the jangling of keys. Tay had already called out to me to say it was her and not the janitor. That was a relief! Or so I thought at the time, though as things transpired I might have been better off if it. I found one that was fairly cheap and close to my job. It was a two bedroom apt. and I would share the kitchen and common area with my roommate. I gave the guy a call and set up an appointment to see the apartment and be interviewed by him. I went to the address and rang the bell. The door was opened and there stood huge guy, well over 6' tall and I would say around 260lbs. He was slightly balding and had a huge moustache. He also had a big, booming voice. The kind of voice that could. Almost before I knew it he had me partly disrobed and submitting to his lewd advances. I know it sounds unbelievable that a conventional married white woman could permit such intimacies,but, in truth, the black's youth daring excited me outrageously. Perhaps it was the romantic tropicalnight, my own loneliness or just the temptation to taste forbidden fruit that rendered me so helplessto his charms. All inhibition vanished and, as I stood nude before his admiring gaze, some perverse desire.