I had read enough that I should have known, but I was way too high to put it together.The men rubbing against us from every angle, most of them shirtl...ss, was driving me crazy. Keon kept kneading my ass cheeks, and grinding his cock against mine, as he took the lead in our dance. His hands were relaxing me at the same time they were turning me on. I leaned more fully against him, so that I could feel his chest against mine. He still towered over me, so I nestled into his neck as I enjoyed. Go ahead. Take a look."Paul jumped up and ran to the closet. The pole was empty except forone lone garment. He brought it out and held it up to the light."Is this a joke?" Paul asked."Joke?" It's just a bustier, stockings and a skirt." Better than jeans and a t-shirt, I thought." How true," Paul said as he eased his trousers down over animaginary rounded bottom."Is that better?" Dr. Wolfe asked as Paul nestled back into theleather chair, his bust protruding conspicuously into the air."Much,". Only when I felt her toes near my armpits did I realize that her back was facing me. Seconds later I felt the roundness of her ass cheeks brush against my nose and I smelled the ripeness of her bottom."Kiss my ass, slave," she ordered. "Both sides, five times each."I raised my head and gently pressed my lips to the tender flesh of her right cheek. I had never felt more completely hers. After applying the required five kisses, I turned my head slightly and quickly duplicated the gesture of. That night I talk to my husband about how I would like to go and he was all for me going, he said he would stay home with the k**s. I booked my flight, hotel. I was looking forward to seeing old friends.Back in high school I was quite popular, I played on different sports teams. I was a tall blond bigger girl not fat, athletic. I had a few different boyfriends all white, my Dad would not approve of me dating a black guy. One night at a party this Black guy DeShawn was hitting on he hard I was.