”“Joe,” she sniffled, “it won’t be me either. I never thought ... I’ve always cherished the solitude, just me and my dark thoughts, making... the best of them with my talent. I got confirmation from audiences, affirmation I suppose, but I always felt most fulfilled in private. Until you sat with me that time in Paris, reading my work-in-progress, something I never allowed before. I saw the delight in your eyes and heard your praise, and it felt wonderful. I knew immediately I wanted your input. I. I again was met with taunts by the same group of black kids as I walked to my bus. This time they started chanting a song, that was directed at me. There goes the squirrel, who likes munching on nuts. Slut, slut, slut, just thinking of cum. In her mouth and down her throat, yum, yum, yum. She aint happy with just one. Nigga, nigga, nigga cock crave white slut. This made me mad and I flipped them the bird, but I knew what they chanted, was true. This time on the bus, I didnt cry but smirked at. " You are phenomenal!" I said. I got my cooling lotion and began rubbing it into Courtney's butt cheeks. I enjoyed this process almost as much as spanking and fucking her. This was another lotion Theresa recommended to me. It had aloe and peppermint in it. Courtney liked the sensation."I suppose we should go to bed," she sighed."We're in bed. Don't you want to stay with me?" I asked."Here? In the master bedroom? With just you? Do you mean it, Brian?" Why did you think I brought you here, my. "Ben's a little moody; he'll probably be back."It was immediately obvious that Ben's leaving had put a damper on the session, and Sue had no intention of letting Ben ruin the evening by his bad temper. What she wanted most was to ball it with Janice and Don, but she sensed that she had to pull Ian and Jenny into the groove instantly or the group session would be a bummer.She reached around to the back of her dress and unfastened it; then she shrugged her shoulders and let it fall to the carpet..