I couldn’t get her to break, so I knew there was something serious, something big, and something bad troubling her. I’d seen enough of life to kno... that. I had to get to work, so I caught her on her next pass by the booth.“Look, hon, you don’t know me from Adam, but I want to help. I know you are dealing with something big and it’s hurting you. I hate seeing people hurt.”I looked to make sure the manager, or host, or whatever wasn’t in sight or earshot.“This is for you and this is for him to. "OHHHHH!!! I'm sorry , please forgive me!! You just drive me insanewith your muscles, your hands and you big black cock! I'm so sorry pleaselet me make it up to you!!" cooed Declan as he began rocking his cunt backand forth on Frank's inserted index finger. "That's more like it bitch! I'm you daddy, your boss, yourmaster!!! My pleasure is your pleasure!! You understand bitch?" asked Frankas he inserted a second finger, then a third, very almost too quickly andbegan fiercely finger fucking. He didn't seem to know it was catching the light and flashing like that. I did understand what he was saying about relaxing, though. It was easy to relax if I focused on the watch.Then he said: "The most important thing in my act is to let my subject know that there's no hurry about going into a trance, that she really has all the time in the world. Lots of time. No hurry at all. Just like us. Lots of time to relax." I know that that should have rung all sorts of alarm bells in my head, but it. He was a handsome black man with a great body andebony skin that glistened from the active workout. Hisname was Bobby and I couldn’t take my eyes off of him.Sensing my interest, he repeatedly positioned himselfright in front of me to dance his pelvic thrusts. As he looked into my eyes I felt my focus move to theenormous bulge tucked into his thong and back-andforth to his eyes. Each time he came by my seat Icould feel his intensity growing and my heartbeatracing. I ran my fingers over his.