Never believe anyone when they tell you that chocolate won’t kill you. It can!One afternoon, we were cuddling on the sofa, fully clothed, but I did ...ave my finger in Sarah’s pussy as we kissed; her legs draping over mine. Her scent, intoxicating as it wafted up from her groin. We were on the verge of getting passionate, very passionate, and I was thinking of sliding down under her legs and reappearing between them with a smile on my face.We heard voices.We stopped breathing, looked at each. Somehow, that just added to her excitement. It would be a night of hot sex or embarrassed frustration. If all else failed, the limo’s chauffeur looked hot. Quite a stud, in fact. And his eyes had been all over her body as she’d walked to the vehicle. If Demetrius didn’t fuck her, she’d make sure they stopped somewhere quiet on the homeward journey. She needed some serious action. *** Play was cautious. Not only were very few moves being made, the pace of play was slow. It was understandable,. My 10 incher then sprang free, almost at it’s most prominent state, and from somewhere ,with an echoed effect I heard him say, Dayum you are fine!I pulled uselessly at the surrounding blankets trying to cover my nakedness, but Greg effortlessly tore them back away… I could only watch as he stripped also , pulling down his Bvds’ revealing what looked like a big bouncing salami . My God ! that wasn’t a dick, it was a baseball bat!I didn’t get to look at it for long, because he flipped me on. I felt stranded and lost. Exposed and manipulated. All I really wanted to do was go out and have a good time being the person I want most to be. I dressed cute because of the occasion and made myself up to make me feel good. I felt trapped in my femininity.As two hours quickly passed I decided to arrive slightly earlier than planned. Before going up to his room in the hotel I stopped by an ATM machine and withdrew as much as my bank would allow me. My reasoning was that I could offer this guy.