It was several minutes before she came out from backstage, but when I saw her, a chill ran up my spine. She was gorgeous and looked classy in her cock...ail dress. She spoke to a couple of guys to say thanks for tipping her, then headed towards me. She grabbed my hand to lead me to the private room. “You ready for a dance?” she asked. “Oh yeah,” I said, “but you mentioned a limo dance. Tell me about that, besides the obvious?” She explained that I could get either a thirty or sixty minute. "Oh yes, it smells tangy, a little coppery and sweet like molasses. Good girl. I will leave your smelling sanitary napkin sticked into your black pants where it belongs. It represents how fucking trash piece of defect you are. Not just white but a woman."Dario grabbed Timi’s neck now, and said mercilessly "From now I'm your black master, do you understand?" "Y-yes" "YES WHAT?" "From now, you are my black master." Timi repeated obediently."Good girl. Now move forward on your knees like a black. I made a note on the calendar that I was going to see Jocelyn on Tuesday, then went back outside to find Becky’s prediction had come true.“Hi!” Abby said, batting her eyelashes at me.I really didn’t want to talk to Abby or even be around her. I was enjoying hanging out with Becky, and her sister would completely ruin what had been a really nice morning. I had an idea.“Becky, if you get permission from your mom, I’ll take you around like I promised.”“Awesome! Let me go ask!” she said, getting up. I felt Sandra’s hand rub me through my pants, feeling the contours of my semi-hard cock. “Oh yeah.” She gasped looking into my eyes. I could hear the beat of the Rave far off in the distance, glowing like a bushfire. Logan snuck in beside us and pushed our two bodies together until we began to kiss.I felt Sandra’s hot tongue push into my mouth bringing with it a spurt of saliva while her hand squeezed my bum. “Fuck that looks hot.” Said Logan holding my other cheek. “You two french kissing like.