“Do you still think about that night? About what might have happened?” Tami asked, sidling up to me. “You have no idea,” I answered, prompting... Sonya to laugh. “So do I,” Tami whispered. The longing in her eyes spoke volumes. Was it possible? Had she been fantasizing about me just as feverishly as I had her? Then my inner monologue turned into drunken gibberish as Tami closed the distance between us and pressed the thick tips of her nipples against the smooth muscles of my chest. She slowly. No boyfriend to dress up for. No…anything. She sometimes wondered what she DID have to look forward to. Certainly nothing sprang to mind easily. Actually there was a film on the television she wanted to watch, she remembered as she turned the key in the ignition. The old Fiat spluttered uneasily for a few moments and she swore at it loudly. Verbal abuse seemed to do the trick. With a cough, the engine fired into life and she pulled out of the car park carefully, ever mindful of her annual. I have at times allowed some of them, both male and female, to stay overnight at our large spacious home. That was the case with Walt, an older gentleman who was an old friend of one of the owners. Walt was somewhere between fifty and sixty, a large athletic-looking man, well over six-foot, but developing somewhat of a pot belly now. He dressed tastefully and wore a Rolex, so Anna and I thought he must be well-off financially. After he treated us to an expensive dinner out, during which we. There were, to my surprise, not four black men as promised. Instead, the number had grown to nine fully nude black men standing around, staring at me.“Word gets around fast when a Park Slope bitch wants to get fucked,” my host told me. “And that’s going to be hard to do with all those clothes on.”I looked down at my outfit and realized I was at the point of no return. Clothes off, and this gangbang was really happening. I could still walk out if I wanted to. Of course, that meant back to my.