Until one day, I was docking out with a good friend of mine at his house for a while, and this older white man sent me a message. At first I was like,..."I don't know about that, let me think on it", then he told me there was no rush, "just message me back when you come up with your decision, and I'm gonna pay you if you let me do it". At that point I was broke, had no more ice, was a bit hungry, and all this man wanted to do was eat my ass, and he was gonna give me $60 to do so. I swear I. I skipped over her crack, but in a minute or so, I seemed powerless to control my hands and knowing it was wrong and dangerous, I let my middle finger run down her crack for just an instant. Katie made a little noise like, “Oh!” And I jerked my hand back like I'd been electrocuted. After a minute while I was frozen, she said, “That feels good!” I thought, ‘What feels good, the rubbing her cheeks or putting my finger in her crack?’At that moment, She reached back again and pulled down her. I took off my pants in hurry, with a rod all set to go. I grabbed a condom from my wallet, but she stopped me from using it."I don't want it," she said."Trust me, you want it," I replied. "It's lubricated. It'll make it easier for you." No," she said forcefully.Hey, who am I to argue? "Okay," I said, and dropped the condom where I was. I marched up to her and spread out her ass cheeks. She hissed with pain at the touch, and I understood why she hadn't been wearing any panties under her. " He smiled and said, "That is a great dress, but didn't youhave shorter hair?' "Don't be silly, it's a wig of course," I said with agiggle. "I just hate my natural hair." I wasn't lying. I hadmale-pattern-baldness. I was wearing my longer glamorous darkred hair. It matched perfectly with the maroon slinky LizClaiborne cocktail dress. I had purchased the dress many monthsago hoping to have the opportunity to wear it someday. I wore mysheerest flat knit stockings in a smoke shade and 5.