Then I would relax so thathe could push forward.I knew that he was enjoying my flexing asshole becausehe was moaning, “Oh, damn your ass feels g...ood. It’slike it’s sucking my cock � how do you do that?”“It’s easy,” I said. “I just pretend that my ass isgiving your cock a blow job.” My ass is trying to tellyour cock that it wants some cum.”“Oh, shit. That does it,” He said. “Your ass is goingto get what it wants,”. “Maybe…” I said and grinned.She smiled back at me. “I’d like your thong, please.”I looked around and saw that no one was really watching us, so stood up, pulled my skirt up at my sides, hooked my red thong with my thumbs, and shimmied it down my legs, then stepped out. I bent over and picked it up, looking at Mistress quizzically.“Place it on the table in front of you, please.”I hesitantly did that, blushing slightly. The croupier didn’t notice, but the couple sitting across from us did and. The beautifully soft touch of a woman, delicate and knowing.You kiss her with a passion and she slips a finger inside you, which goes in so easily as you are so ready.And you push into it.Aaaaaahhh, you love it.Just then there is a sound in the room.Your black lover girl stops, and says, Manfred, is that you?YES. A deep booming voice says.She turns and you see in the dim light a massive black man.IS SHE READY?Yes your lover says, she is, nice and wet!!GOOD.He comes over and takes your hand.You. It was beginning to hurt. Then I saw a doorway that said theater or booths, I don’t remember exactly, but I knew it was my best option at the moment.I walked through the door and entered this darkened backroom. There were aisles on the left and right that formed a loop around a series of private viewing booths that were all connected to each other going down the middle of the room. Each had its own door with a light on the outside.I walked down the left side, and picked a room without a light.