’ Ken stepped over to the walkway in the front of the cabins, pulling Consuela along with him, and sat down with her on a bench. ‘I didn’t know... what to do Ken, he wouldn’t leave me alone at the bar, and when I left he must have followed me. I didn’t know that he was behind me until just before I got to the drive. When I slowed down to turn, he bumped into my car and honked his horn at me. I was so scared and all I could think to do was to come up her and that you might be able to help me. I. He was so shocked by my question that he split he food across the table. Once he got his composure back he said "Where the hell did that come from?" I said "Well honey I was on our computer and when I decided to check the history, I found a whole bunch of sites with black men fucking white women, and most of those women had wedding rings on too I noticed. Is this a turn on for you, watching some wife being fucked by some stranger or just if it's a black stranger? I guess it could be a fantasy. "Trust me," he said. "I come here with my wife, dude. Relax. Nobody is going to turn gay tonight." And we both laughed. Now, Mark doesn't know this about me. Nobody has ever known it. But when I was in high school, I experimented a little with another boy. Neither of us had ever done it before. We had girlfriends, but were curious. So over a summer, we tried different things. Maybe I will write more about that in another story, but this isn't the time. Needless to say, I did enjoy the sensation. I'm not going to fake approval of what I'm not approving.The training session with '3' went well, right up to the point when the back of my neck started tingling. There is a spot, right at the top of my spine, that if caressed ... well anyway, the same spot is responsible for alerting me to a subconscious felling of ill-ease, and part way through the session it started positively prickling. I paused from tormenting '3' with the violet wand, letting her twist and writhe as I considered the cause.