Then he touched the swell of a naked breast. Another couple of inches and he could feel an erect nipple under his palm.Hot damn. He was copping a feel...from the artist.He could feel her chest heaving. She had to breathe heavily to keep talking continuously.He caressed her gently and wondered what she was saying to the camera. Was she saying that someone was feeling her up or was she droning on about her miserable childhood, confessing some new, petty little sin that carried a great, heavy weight. The small nub of my dick was solid,hard as thumb it poked straight out I grabbed the head with my fingerssqueezing the foreskin over the head, I squeezed the tip, it was morepinching then jerking off, somewhere in my brain something nagged, thiswasn't right something screamed my dick wasn't huge but it was notsmall, it wasnt as thick as teds but it was the same length, Teds handmoving to the back of my head broke my thought come on baby, don't stophe said gently pushing my head down, I started. But not here, not anymore. I was not standing therefor more than a minute before I felt a man pressing against me frombehind. And breathe on my neck."That is one fine ass on you," I heard said into my ear."Thank you." I smiled. Some of the black men in front of me were nowturning around. A big light brown man took my tray and another one tookmy shoulders and lowered me to my knees. About 16 big tall wide blackstudents made a human wall around me right there in the breakfast line, Iwas on my. They wore nice clothes, sported expensive watches and had good hair cuts. Regular studs, I thought. I had seen a lot of guys like that since I started waiting tables. They always flirted with me. But these guys weren’t flirting. They were staring. And grinning. And not exactly in a ‘hey, you’re pretty cute’ kind of way. It was more like a ‘I wanna do dirty, disgusting things with you’ kind of way. I looked away from them, dropping my head and staring down at my plate. I didn’t like the way they.