Feeling suddenly light-headed, she heard myself say, “Come on, let’s go upstairs, we’ll be more comfortable there.” I don’t know which of us...was more nervous as she led me up the stairs to her bedroom. I still looked petrified as she sat me on the bed and closed the curtains over the window. she sat beside me. Again, instinct seemed to take over. she undid her blouse, button by button, then held it out at arm’s length between finger and thumb and dropped it, as if I was performing a. With everything he said (whatever THAT was)."One Two Three." And I was back. But before I could get my bearings: "Look in my eyes, Betty."I looked but waved my hand again, frantically, before my face. Again he paused. "Why?" I panted, knowing that I was once again poised on the precipice of oblivion. "Why are you doing this to me? Over and over ... Why?" It will soon just be second nature, my dear. Soon, you won't hesitate ... and you won't question. It is in your nature to be dominated ... to. I laughed saying you stupid old bitch most of them knows. I rubbed my head and said you know if all of y'all old dried up bitches would be like me than your husband wouldn't be coming to me for a nut don't you think. She didn't say a word then I asked her to give her husband the phone please I told his old ass to be under my carport at 9p.m. with your wife make sure she washes that old pussy also I have a surprise for her ass. Soon as I hung up the phone I called Bobby, Mark, Jim, & Walter. This wasn't like the quick rub I got with her sisters,since she didn't try to get away, no more than I was trying to escapefrom her hand. In the dark, I couldn't tell for sure where I wastouching but the hair above it was easy to find. The moist openingbelow was warm so I rubbed my fingers across it. I didn't know whather wetness meant, thinking it was probably just sweat. Touching herthere made her wiggle and laugh, as though it tickled. I petted herpussy upwards, where her pussy fur grew.