Steve looked into the room.

Anna did not have time to continue the conversation with you, because Steve looked into the sauna and said:

"Gurls, what are you doing here? It's boring without you, come out. It's time to get ready."

Steve looked at you and licked his lips.

"Okay, we'll be right there," Anna said.

You sat down on a bench. Anna jumped down and headed for the door. You followed Anna. When you passed drunk Fred, he pinched your buttocks, you twitched and looked at him offendedly. And Fred smiled like he was paying you a compliment.

Contrary to Steve's words that it's boring without "girls", the company met you rather indifferently. Albert was already dressing busily, Steve was talking to Fred, and George was quietly smoking.

You thought: "Really, what interest can black men now have in already fucked sissy sluts? No way, black men have already received their pleasure ..."

For some reason, you felt embarrassed. You again did what women do in a similar situation, you sat next to George, you leaned against his shoulder, thereby seeking his attention. George didn't react.

You stroked his powerful black biceps, then you raised yourself a little and whispered to George: "You are the best."

George chuckled. Although he did not tell you anything, it was obvious that he was pleased.

You moved away from George, you took a glass, you poured yourself a beer.

"Go get dressed," George told you.

"Now" - you answered and quickly finished your beer.

Considering everything that happened to you that day, taking into account the sauna, taking into account the fact that you drank alcoholic beverages (your head was already cloudy, although you almost sobered up during sex with Albert), the last glass beer finished you off. You don't know if you fell **** (probably not), or you did something, you just don't remember anything from what happened next.