I palm my 36D breasts, squeezing them, and lightly rubbing them, making the nipples begin to poke out. My pussy starts to get damp and my lips swell. ...I start pinching my nipples and slightly pulling them when I'm roughly grabbed and turned onto my stomach. My wrists are tied to the headboard, and a pillow roughly shoved under my hips, raising my ass into the air.I feel the bed dip, and my legs are spread, as someone settles between them. Hot breath brushes my ear when you whisper, "You've been. " What, the thought of black skin against my succulent white body wouldn't turn you on?" How did we get on this subject anyway?" You were the one who started it with your warning about Shala's husband." It was an off hand remark and I'm sorry that I made it." Well don't sweat it sweetie. I managed to escape with my virtue intact." Well you have a nice day love and I'll call you tonight." I'm meeting Shala after work to go shopping and we will probably stop and get a bite to eat, but I should be. Jazz or pop. I was not sure. There were quaking thuds and bangs, then smacks and clacks. The crowd pressed tighter. Sweat spread throughout the dance hall. Men were paired with women. Single moms like Cara and me hugged each other and then broke free repeatedly. What music is this? I asked the DJ once I had shifted closer to the stage. Cara stood besides me, shaking her ass left, then rightjigging her breasts up, then down. Setswana pop, this is our pop here, maam. Do you like it? I. Her labia were pink and engorged, and glistened with her own obvious arousal. The torn edges of her pantyhose were also wet, and appeared crusted with fluids from her evening’s earlier encounters. My observation was confirmed as I moved my head closer and was enveloped with the heady aroma of sex; the scent of her pussy mixed with cum. “Well? You don’t always get to be my foot boy. Show me what you’ve got. Go ahead… go down.”That was far more encouragement than I actually needed. I.