The lounge was pretty empty as he made his way back tothe deck an old man playing the piano softly in thecorner, a couple of waiters chatting by the b...ar a groupof middle-age businessmen finishing up. The girl wasthere as well. He stopped and looked over, she waswatching the TV from one of the small tables with afriend asleep on the sofa next to her. He walked overand pulled a chair up to the table. “Hey.” “hey,” she looked at him unsurprised.“Is she okay?” he. But he didn't follow that logic when he made some of those girls desire him whenever he scratched himself in their presence. And Joey didn't have the experience I had to program a person's mind to trigger from a simple act. Joey's programming probably would have side effects, the least of which would be the releasing of their sexual desires whenever ANY guy scratched themselves and they witness it.The one thing I did find relieving was the fact that he never had anyone eat his shit like he had. I let out a moan as he slipped his tongue into mine and I tasted his saliva as I responded in kind. I had done everything Dave ever asked of me and he would occasionally reward me with some affection. He ran his strong hands over my body, down my back and into my shorts grabbing my ass and making me giggle. My cock was getting hard pressing against the lace of my panties and was starting to leave a damp patch on the front of my shorts. I ran my hand up his leg and felt his throbbing hard dick. “Oh, yes… yes!” My answer came easily.“Yeah, I know how you white girls are,” he said as his hands tightened on my ass, and his thrusts grew deeper and quicker.He fucked me to a mind-blowing orgasm, and when he felt my pussy convulsing around his cock, he released a loud bellow and drove into me with a force that almost knocked me on my face. My orgasm lit up every nerve in my body. My clit felt like it would explode from the force of my climax. My fingers and toes tingled.My eyes were closed,.