Fuuuuuuck. Immediately a debate sprang up inside my head. I was left with two choices. I could sneak out of the store quite easily and walk the last f...ve minutes to my house. Or i could be a good, upstanding citizen and tell the cabbie the problem. Normally that would have been an easy one; walk home. But then i remembered something id heard about one of the girls at school. Shed been short paying for a taxi so shed given the guy a blowjob instead. This sounded like a great solution to both of. .. kinda special. But... you don't think that's wrong? I mean... feelin' special 'cause of that. Doesn't that mean I'm tryin' to be white or somethin'?" What gave you that idea?" Girls at school said that." Black girls," said Gloria. "Right?" Yeah...," Myrna replied."They's jus' jealous. You got a white boy an' they don't. A white boy wants you an' not them. Don't go listenin' to dumb ass niggas like that, girl. There's nothin' wrong with feelin' special, 'cause you are special."Myrna was still. I realised I was her prey. I heard her whisper. "You are a sissy, you are a sissy. You wearstockings. Wow!" I sat there not knowing what to do. "Let's moveto the booth over there. I think we need to talk alone honey."Before I could say no she turned to the Barman and said:"Darren, could you please send us Ladies two Chardonnay to thebooth over there. It will be on my bill."I cringed under her words, not even trying to look at the barmanand started to walk to the exit instead. She grabbed my. . He stroked his and told me it feels so good and maybe i want to do the same. we would meet and do that and one day as i was going thru the mag and jo together he said you know it might be nicer if you can use both hands to page thru and i will stroke your cock for you. he didnt hesitate and jsut started and it felt good so i didnt protest. then he would always stroke me off till i came. He then introduced his wifes panties and would rub me with them and it felt so good. he told me secretly.