If she would suck someone without me standing there. No one takes the bait. We sat for an hour or so and I finally tell her let’s go into the smalle... room, she walks in first and I have her strip, and as I’m stripping I see out of the corner of my eye a nice looking black guy nervously looking at me, without her seeing I wave to him to come over. He walks in the room and I shut the door, she turns around full naked, DDs swaying and says oh hi! I tell him to take his cock out she wants to suck. When the driver yelled next stop Diversey, Robin was roused awake and got off the bus and headed down the street towards her apartment. Although she wasn’t normally a drinker, she decided to have a glass of white wine in a cozy bar she had passed hundreds of times but had never entered. The place was fairly dark so it tool several seconds for her eyes to adjust to the low light level, but when they did, she realized that there wasn’t a man in the place as she had stumbled into one of the. Dianna prayed that Tasha was home, because she really didn’t feel like fighting him off tonight. When they reached her house, Jamarkius walked to her door and invited himself in. Dianna went along with him for a minute and made coffee for them as he talked. ‘Hey, Jamarkius, I have to be up early tomorrow to take care of some things. I think you should leave.’ Dianna suggested after listening to him talk for a while. ‘Give me some sugar, baby, and I’ll go.’ Jamarkius replied as he scooted over. ‘What do you think the competition is about?’ I asked. ‘Shit, how the hell should I know?’ Brad smirked, ‘hey, unless it’s that I get to bang Sunny Leone, I really don’t give a fuck.’ ‘Probably some kind of hamper, or life time subscription to Hustler, or shit like that’, I said, more to myself than to Brad. Brad parked the car and we got out and walked into the convention hall. The place was packed with a million people, well not really, but still, there were a lot of people (guys). In between.