I asked why? She said some of them aren't the "type" you'd want around our neighborhood. Type? I said ,what type are they? She said almost half of the...m are black. I felt light headed, I even swayed a bit. I reached out and put my hand on the wall to steady myself. Black? You have had sex with black men I squeeked out. Well if it's any of your business, yes I have, lots of times. They have big fat cocks and they fuck forever. She went on to tell me her "anal cherry" was taken by a black guy.. Suddenly he removes his hands from me completly. "What's wrong?" He looks at me and says, "Master. Call me Master." "OK, Master what is wrong?" "Stand next to the table and lean over. Lay your cheek on the table top." Before I know it, Master has smacked my ass. Wait what? *SMACK* Oh I kind of like that. I look up and notice people are starting to stare at us, but the waitress isn't saying anything. *SMACK* "I said lay your cheek on the table top." I put my face back down, somewhat. I tell him frankly I was here looking for a hookup and some1 who can spend the night with me, he says he was ready for it. I told him that he can come to the hotel with me and he agreed. We board the taxi and head to the hotel, I am staying the a 5 star and I tell the driver to take me there and the driver drives it is a long drive and we r sitting in the back, I put my arm around him and play with his neck, a lil touchie feelie in the car ha ha ha. We talk and 1 thing leads to another and he. Twenty minutes later I was at her front door and noticed it was partially open, I stepped inside and called out. "In the kitchen," came the answer. When I stepped into the kitchen my eighteen-year-old eyes could not believe the vision that was before them. Standing there, dressed to the nines, was Tara's mom, Crystal. She was wearing the shortest and tightest mini skirt I had ever seen. Long shapely legs were covered in shiny pantyhose and her feet were clad in very high heels. A red silk.