.. self? Mybodymate? I began walking, trying to follow Daisy's instructions to theprogramming's satisfaction, accompanied with constant play-by-play.(...eft, right, left right, remember to cross your feet, there's aninvisible line in front of you, head up, shoulders back, left, right,left, right...)It continued. I couldn't concentrate on anything else, hearing a constantstream from the voice- the voice I had for the moment- giving meinstruction. As time wore on, the voice started to stray from. He'd always been aroused watching interracial sex but never thought he'd get to watch in person. To his amazement, Clyde began chanting to his white lover. "Tell me, baby. Do you like that big black cock inside you?"She was moaning and making little noises like an injured kitten and finally whimpered. "Yes. I love your cock inside me. It's been so long since I've had anyone inside me and never this big."She whimpered a little than added. "You're so good."The wet sound of Clyde's cock slicing. I watched her opponent warming up in his corner, he looked pretty tough, but I could tell he had no formal boxing training. He would be dead meat by the end of the first round. Lisa made her entrance moments later, Karen was her second. As she entered the ring, she glanced over in my direction and blew me a kiss; which I returned with a kiss of my own and an "I love you."She removed her robe and flexed her muscles to the sounds of applause from the crowd, almost fifty percent were women. There. The climax of our climaxes was a long, slow love- making. We’d get comfortable and I’d slide into the wet and tired pussy in place of the rubber surrogate. As we rocked together, she would squeeze one of her nipples and one of mine, and I would do the same. Our identity had so merged that the distinction had blurred between making love and masturbating. We were lying on our sides, so she was able to take the lower breast in both hands. She squeezed the puf- fed aureole with.