I planned to go back to the room later, when the crowd came.To kill time, I went to the television room, where they were playing an X-rated gay video ...f a black guy fucking a twink. I was laying back on the raised floor, stroking my cock. I was only wearing the towel that was issued to you when you entered. The rest of my clothes were in the locker. There was a couple of other guys around my age of 40, laying on the carpet raised floor, jacking to the movie.People entered and left. One guy that. .... like assfucking me and then making me clean his cock off with my tongue.... he was quite explicit that my pleasure was quite inconsequential to him, and that the only purpose of this cybersex was for HIS pleasure. That night I emailed the text of my "My Conversion to Black Cock" story to him, so he knew what the man in Tulsa had done to me and what kind of slut I had become.Leon found out we live in the same city (Dallas), and that I am married..... we met online again the next night. In. As per our culture the bride groom meet each other only after 3 days of marriage. Meeting before the fourth night is restricted. But, on the second day I was sleeping with my cousin, Dad and another friend in my room and Roma was with my Mom and Aunties. Suddenly I found her in the new marriage saree with full of ornaments on my top, just besides by father. I was shocked and affraid. She whispered in my ears “I am too hungry for your tool… need immediate fuck… just fuck me without making any. My main concern at that moment was my soaking wet blouse and how to dry it without it smelling like a whorehouse.I slipped off my blouse and rinsed it through in the small stainless steel sink; I wrung it out as best as I could and began fearing I may have to stay here till I arrived at my hometown. I decided that the best I could do was put on my slightly over damp blouse and hope no one would notice.Carefully I walked back to my seat, passing the woman Sharon along my route, she blushed.