She complies. I stand up and reach a hand to her. “Stand up.” I help her up. I forcefully grab her shorts and push them down to her ankles. She p...uts a hand on my shoulder to keep her balance as she steps out of them.“Sit on the chair like I did with your ass right at the edge. Good. Now pull your legs up to your chest. Now spread your legs.” The lips of her bald pussy are glistening in the light as is her ass, drenched with her pussy juice. I drop to my knees and lean down and give her a long,. I lay motionless, pretending to be asleep while his hand stroked my thigh then moved up to my stomach, I almost gasped when he reached the edge of my pubic hair but held back as I didn't want to admit I was awake and stop him.I was totally conflicted, I didn't want to admit I was just letting a guy touch me, after all I definitely wasn't gay (this was the 1970’s) but equally I definitely didn't want him to stop!He slowly stroked my stiffening cock while I continued to lie motionless, my. It doesnt. It goes on for hours. I dont know what time it is, if its morning or night. Black man after black man take me as I hang here. Every one of them brings me to powerful orgasms. My body feels like jelly. Then I see someone I recognize. I know his name. The memories temporarily become clearer. I remember flashing, color lights, loud music, people, drinks and him – Fat Rob. He stands in front of me, pulls me up like the others did and slides his fat cock in me. I cry out, moaning, looking. And whether I’m being fair to you.”“Steve, you never lied to me. You were up front from the beginning. I knew the limits of what you could do then and what you can do now. I see a future for us; in fact, I think I’m the best future for you, but I’m not counting on it. I want it, sure, but I realize that you can’t commit now, and maybe not for a long time. The only way to have a chance to get what I want is to have a relationship with you, and I can only do that on your terms.”“Well, you could.