You and George walked to the sauna.

Around five o'clock in the evening, you and George reached the sauna on the northern outskirts of this small Arizona town. This sauna was an ordinary one-story building with green walls, no windows, with a sign at the door.

You saw that several black men were smoking and talking quietly near the entrance.

You looked closely: there were two of them and they were obviously waiting for someone, and, as it turned out right away, they were waiting for you and George. George resolutely walked ahead of you and stopped next to black men, began to shake hands with everyone. Black men were looking at you. You stopped a little behind George. Men's views examined you with interest, evaluating, studying. One of the black men (obviously former friends of George) is the same Fred with whom you have already "acquainted" (when remembering this acquaintance, your tender anal hole suddenly throbbed a little ...).

Fred looked at you cheerfully, smiling broadly.

"Hello Mary!" - said Fred and, turning to George, added - "You found a cool gurl, my friend George!"

George put his arm around your waist, he lightly slapped you on the bottom, pushed you towards his friends and said:

"You already know Fred, Mary. He brought wine when you were in the apartment and I was at work. And the second guy is my cousin Steve, he, like me, came from the African Republic of Cameroon. Only Steve lives in the USA a little more than me - about seven years."

You timidly examined Steve: he was a stocky, strongly built, with a wide face and very, very thick eyebrows, a black man. Steve's skin was a sharp black hue, just like George's. Steve looked a little older than George and Steve had a mustache and a little goatee.

Did you notice that none of these black men offered you a handshake. They greeted you with only words.

"Anna will be back soon. I sent her for a beer," Steve said.

"Fucking shit... Couldn't you just buy a beer right away? It's better not to send that sissy whore Anna for beer." Fred muttered angrily.

"Don't swear in front of a lady," said George.

The "lady" in George's mind was clearly you. You stood dumb and silent, looking around at the black men, but trying not to meet anyone's eyes. You wanted to hide behind George.

Suddenly you saw a female silhouette approaching from afar.

"And there's Anna coming with our beer," Steve said with a smile.

A girl approached you, a little older than you, in a light women's T-shirt, short women's shorts and female sneakers. This girl had long brown hair that was tied back into a ponytail. In her hands she carried a heavy package in which the glass of bottles tinkled. There was something else important in her appearance: in the groin area, you noticed how her shorts are a little stretched, a closer look will notice a small bump on the fabric of the shorts...

"Hi, George" - said the girl and looked at you from head to toe. It was the look of a female studying a rival female.

"Well, let's go, let's go," Fred hurried, interrupting the conversation, which was not even going to begin, but threatened with an awkward pause.