Then, to my surprise, black guy pulled out of my mouth and out of the hole. “What’s wrong?” I asked. In response, his big balls pushed through t... my side.“Can you lick these for a bit?” Special requests were pretty common, and normally I was happy to oblige if they weren’t outrageous, but I wanted to blow through the opening rush as fast as I could so I was a little irritated. Then I considered why I was here in the first place. I wanted to let loose, go wild, escape from the awkwardness of my. The cocaine was just making me worse and just more wanting, I needed some type of sex right now!It was then I remembered noticing an adult theater about a quarter of a mile down the road. I was in no fit state to drive so thought it best to walk, I slipped on my 4” pumps glancing at myself in the mirror making sure that nothing was out of place. I liked what stared back at me before leaving the hotel.I headed down the road towards the theater on the westport plasa, at least if there was no man. I could see pre-cum moistening the panties so I gently stroked the end with my thumb. I lifted the skirt, so I could get a clearer view, and again passed my thumb over the head. This time it was moist, so I licked it off my thumb.'That tastes good' I said.'That feels good!' Phil replied.I suddenly had an overwhelming desire to put it in my mouth, so I leant forward and put my mouth over his panty covered cock. I was wonderful! A small groan escaped from Phil's mouth. I had never sucked a cock. “Have you a reservation?” What? Does this snooty maître d' with his fake accent Italiano worthy of ‘Allo ‘Allo! think I am Big Chief Sitting Bull? Of course, I don’t have a reservation Kemosabe, now tell Tonto: white man wanto tablo para duo pronto. He dropped the fakery: “I am sorry sir, today is Valentine’s Day, every cover is fully reserved and has been since Christmas; I regret that I am unable to fulfil your request.” Bloody Hell… young Berlusconi junior speaks bloody good English. I.