) So, ‘the Ultimate John’ was gone off with his Bimbo and here she was living in her self proclaimed land of shadows. If reality were tested, of c...urse, one would see quickly enough that things were not all a bust. After all, ‘the Ultimate John’ sent her money regularly, which she recognized as the fee that he was paying for being free to go off with the Bimbo. And, her job was secure and she was good at it. She had been able to sufficiently compartmentalize her life to not let her contemporary. I tried to see them dance but it was too dark. Anyway Igot busy talking to the barman who was this nice blackman from Bahamas. The dude was working part-time as abartender at private parties like the one we were at topay for his education. He said he was 25 but I thoughthe was a hell lot older than that. He was just wearinga pair of Bermudas and a singlet and his biceps werebulging each time he mixed a drink. “Mate, I have beenlonely here,” he said, “Do you mind if I have a. My hand on his head was guiding him up and down my cock, burying his nose in my shaved pubis and his forehead felt against my navel. “I am cumming”. I shouted for him and he started to pull off my cock. His mouth must have been halfway on my shaft, when I stopped him with my hands. He raised his eyes making his head tilt a little, just as my first spurt shot into his fucking mouth. “Take it faggot”; I whispered. “Swallow my juice”. At least 7-8 squirts followed the first one for Qasim. I could. My naked breasts were pressed against the cold wall while she explored my back with her lips and one of her hands was rubbing my pussy.Slowly, she teased me by rubbing her finger in my pussy. I couldn’t hold back any longer. I turned and tore her dress and started sucking one of her breasts and pressing the other with my hand. The horny senior girl started moaning.I sucked her finger with my pussy-cream with hunger. I couldn’t get enough of her. I kissed all over her and went down to her.