I hadn’t, so I accepted the hot, in-and-out thrusting by wrapping my arms around his shoulders and back, while raising my legs and drawing them back... so he could invade my supine body even deeper. I breathed in his intoxicating male scent, and enjoyed his grunts of satisfaction, as they were indications that I was pleasing to him, something that every woman craves. Well, unless she’s a lesbian, I suppose. But I sure as hell ain’t one, so I was feeling great! I kept my eyes closed for a few. I don’t know, Iguess I just lost control because the next thing I knewI was on my knees on the platform, sucking black cocklike a complete slut. I loved tasting those sweaty cocks. Some were prettybig and others average. A couple of the men came in my mouth before they linedup to fuck my sloppy, cum dripping pussy. I wascompletely lost. Men were fucking me and I was suckingcock after cock, men sucked and rubbed and pinched mynipples and I just started to cum again. I swallowed acouple. . Monday came and I went to school I did not see Patricia but was not surprised maybe in a day or two she would return I so hoped she would! The real surprised came when I learned that those football players would never get to brag and lie about that night as they were all killed in a terrible car crash that same night their car was found wrapped around a tree when it appears the driver lost control going way too fast around a wicked turn seems they were all drunk but I don't think that it. "Does she remind you of anybody?" asked Barbette and when I looked closer it struck me - "She's like a younger version of you" I replied."What did I tell you Chantelle?" - "It is as you said Ms. Barbette - you knew he would say that" answered Chantelle. And she did look like a younger Barbette, blonde hair and long legs, the only difference was her breasts weren't as large."Chantelle was just about to give me a head massage, Antoine gone off to dinner with his boyfriend and we have the salon to.