"With that Frank headed to towards the front door, while Ms. Reynolds asked our waitress to refresh our drinks and bring them to the Deerfield Room.Su...san held my hand tightly as we moved to the private room. As much as my mind felt like it was going through the spin cycle, I couldn't imagine what emotions Susan was processing. My only clue seemed to be glued to Tiffany's ass. That is where my attention was focused, mostly, except for the quick glance over towards Susan as I attempted to read. A leaf green blouse and soft yellow skirt made up her outerwear. The skirt drooped over her knees, not quiet hiding her shapely legs. She stopped in front of the magazine rack and looked at the cover of Cosmopolitan Magazine. The girl on the cover smiled at Angela from inside a slinky evening gown, her enormous breast pointed at Angela. Angela did not smile back.An enormous Black youth saddled up to the magazine rack."Hello, Andrew," the Youth said in a whisper in Angela's ear.Angela did not. The b*****r was so into beating his meat that he did not even know I was there until he opened his eyes and saw me standing in front of him, I know I scared the shit out of him. Once he saw me standing there he quickly, start to zip up his pants and offer an explanation. ‘Oh Miss I’m so sorry, but I was just trying to release some stress.’ he said as a look of complete embarrassment over took his face. I give him a sweet sexy smile that assured him he has nothing to be sorry for, them I sat. He walked over to her face and started to piss all over her. In her hair, her mouth, her face. He even got some on her back." Well SLUT you will sit like this all night night. Did you like the way my piss tastes bitch. Well good night" He walked to the door and looked back at her she was crying and was all wet. He wanted to fuck her more than anything right there but she needed to learn. He shut the lights off and went upstairs masturbated and went to bed. The next day he woke up showered and.