."Yes, Mommy." My voice trembled.As if by magic (had they spoken while I was in the bathroom?) Tonya wasstanding at our table with the check container...in her hand. "I'm sosorry, Marla!" Tonya apologized. "I didn't mean to make you wait. Youready to go?" Yeah, sweetie," Marla smiled. "Don't worry about it. We had some funwhile we waited, didn't we?" she grinned, looking across the table atme."Yes, Marla," I quietly affirmed, blushing, and the blond waitress gavea somewhat puzzled little. .. as an adjunct to her lounge wear, she thought to open a store dealing in sexual toys and other such merchandise; not the sleazy stuff you could find on Main but classy goods for spoiled rich kids and their parents. She wanted her store to reflect an atmosphere of good taste and since we've crossed each other on several naturist-friendly events (although, I would say she was more of a nudist than a naturist, in the sense that a naturist is much more concerned about the environment and. As I sucked the first man in my life, I could hear him moan and feel his finger probe my butt hole. I then heard him tell me how he wanted to be inside of me and has wanted to fuck me hard. I ended up on my stomach over the bed with my underwear off. I can't say the feeling of having a hard steel cock pressed inside my ass was like anything I had ever felt before. I begged for mercy as he thrust inside me from his position kneeling over me, but he was intent. My feelings of pain and suffering. Her fantasy is to have sex with a white man. A young, good looking, white man to be specific. There goes that saying of "Once you go black..." Well that is her fantasy, so oh well. The problem was that Maria felt she would be very uncomfortable having sex in front of me. So to compromise, she would videotape her escapades with other men. I love having sex with Maria. She is one of those ladies that you don't have to wonder if she had an orgasm. She trembles, shakes, and buck her hips wildly.