Francis Meets a Black Stud Part 3

As I washed myself in the women's bathhouse, I began to regret everything I had done. I had already cum and the sexual intoxication seemed to be gone. I could not believe that I had willingly submitted to what I had allowed that black man had done to me. I began to be very disgusted with myself. Furthermore, whereas, I like dressing up in private, I was humiliated by have to bathe in the women's bathhouse and the only clothes I had to put on were the slutty clothes I had from last night, and I was scared too. What if someone walked in with me like this? However, even with all these feelings of humiliation and fear, my dick got hard again and that made me feel worse.

I finished bathing, wrapped myself in the towel, grabbed my things and went and peeked outside to see if anyone was there. It was quite a change as to how fearless I was strutting around just a few hours ago. I held my heels and my stockings and lingerie in one hand and held the towel tight in the other and then quickly ran to my camper.

I went inside and sat down. I felt very guilty and was humiliated by what I had done and I just could not believe that I not only let a stranger do those things to me, but I also let him film me in drag sucking his black cock...and having that big black cock up my white ass.

I got my stuff together and went to work. I got several phone calls that day and each time I did I looked at the images on that Daddy had sent me. I started getting hard each time and became more remorseful about what had happened. I was having a very difficult time coming to terms with the previous night's events. Finally, I decide that I needed to go to him as a man and ask him for the photos and video.

It was just then that Daddy gave me a call. I tried to say something about not doing this again, but decided to wait until I was face to face with him, that way it would be harder for him to refuse me. However, he was insistent that I return that evening as planned. He asked if I had a a bathing suit and a sexy one at that. I told him no. He then instructed me to go and buy one and to show up only wearing that and some heels. I told him sure and that I would see him then. But I had no intention of going back to his camper dressed like that; the only problem was my dick was getting excited when he gave me these instructions.