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His hands rested on my hips and my hands intertwined behind his neck as we danced for a moment. His pelvis grinding against my sissy clit as he looked intently into my eyes. He spun me around and I could feel his hardening bulge pulse in the crack of my ass as his hands reached up under my shirt to caress my small budding breasts and erect nipples. His chin pushed back my hair and he kissed my neck then spoke, “yeah, you are gonna do just fine.” I was surprised that he seemed to have an African accent or maybe Caribbean. He then stopped and gave me a motion to follow him as he lead me by the leash to a door that was on the far side of the DJ booth. I looked back and could see John trying to make his way through the people on the dance floor. He was going to join us.

As we walked past the door we were we were in a small room and there was a very bored looking white lady behind glass, it looked like a ticket booth. This stranger paid her $30 and we were buzzed into the next room. As soon as I walked in I noticed there were people intermingling, some half naked others almost completely naked. I looked to my right and on a couch was a black man getting a delicious blowjob from a white sissy faggot that was trying to swallow his whole cock. To the left were a series of rooms and above each door it read either ‘OPEN’ or ‘OCCUPIED’. This stranger lead me to one of the rooms near the corner that was ‘OPEN’. We walked past what looked like Gymnast equipment and I could see John following us. Once inside he left the door open and lead me to a couch. I sat down and he immediately pulled my leash and told me ‘Who told you you could sit down?’ I just looked at him not knowing what to say as John walked in and closed the door behind him. “Who??”, again he demanded as I felt his open hand strike my face. “No one!”, I said startled by the strike. “That’s right. A little sissy faggot white boy like you only sits when a black man tells him!” he said in an African or Caribbean accent. I really could not tell at the time. “Yes, sir.”, Was my feeble reply. He looked over to John and handed him my leash then back to me. “Who are you here to serve, Snow Bunny?” he said to me. “I am here to serve black men” came my answer and another strike across the head. “you are here to serve superior black men. Black men are superior to weak sissy’s like you”.