Right now stand there and let these people do whatever they want to you. I’m going to have a little fun.? She turned her attention to that guy and J...amie.I stood there red face and trying not to make eye contact. Most of the people just snickered at me; a few called me names like bitch or cracker. It was the white women who got the most pleasure from me getting hit in the nuts. Then someone had me hold a whip that I had to hand to anyone who asked. I took a beating but it wasn’t that out of. Above the scar was a surgical pad, hiding fuck knows what, the pad's pristine whiteness suggesting she'd slapped it on as he was careening into the building in a weed haze. Anastasia saw the direction of his gaze and for an instant seemed to physically shrink, her visage communicating a mixture of personal embarrassment and revulsion at the customer before her."You freshen up," said Anastasia coldly, snatching the money off him and pointing to the bathroom. John heard the scraping of a drawer. Trying to think about anything else, I looked at her badge in her chest.Her name was Dionne and it made me even get close to have an orgasm…Eventually I emptied my bladder and sexy Dionne took the urinal away as I tried to cover my erection with my hospital gown. The tent was obvious and when this hot black woman came back, she smiled and thanked me for the show. I tried to apologize; but Dionne said not to worry, since it happened a lot and she was used to it…But then she leant on me and. I collapsed on her after about a half hour. After laying on her for a few minutes to catch my breath I rolled onto my side of the bed. I then watched mom take a finger and trace it through my sperm on her stomach like she was finger-painting.As we continued this over the next few months I was getting more and more frustrated. I wanted to be inside of her and not just butting up against her panties. She was obviously enjoying this so what was the problem? Was she doing this deliberately to.