After the meal they went to a local bar, Jenny said she was surprised at how many black guys were in one place. She was excited now, not knowing who h...s friends were in the crowd.They sat down in a quiet corner, within a few minutes one of David's friends came over, a guy called Steve, he sat down and started chatting, then came Pete and Chris, Jenny was wet, she had never had more than two white guys, including me, at a time and now there were four black guys chatting to her.They weren't too. ''You don't look like you have ever fucked for money like Liz?' he asked.'Nope. Once I paid a guy for massage and fucking. Something that guys like you do, just the other way around, because I'm like you.''How much did you pay him?''Don't know. 200, I guess, plus a tip.''Did you think poor of the guy you paid for fucking?''Don't know what you do for a living. Yet I know your boss or your customers fuck you daily on a different level. Do you feel poor when you give away a part of your life for. I got the dishes from breakfast and last nights dinner going, washed and wiped down the sinks and counter tops and went through the fridge looking for anything that looked like it needed to go in the garbage. There were a few wilted bits of romaine lettuce that I decided were past their prime along with some sliced tomatoes that I hadn't used fast enough, and those all went into the garbage disposal in the sink. There were a couple dried out dinner rolls left from a package I'd opened a few. I was thinking that you were laying next to me, and then my imagination started up. I imagined that you climbed on top of me, kissing me so slowly and making my body heat up from the inside out. My body then became flush from the heat, and my womanly parts became so wet. I imagined that we were both naked from the fun night before and I could feel you getting hard as you started to kiss down my cheek, then down my neck sucking and leaving a mark so every one would know I am yours. Your hands.